We made it, that's all I can say. After
walking four hours yesterday I didn't think I could do it again. We
got to our destination completely wiped...and the dogs too...so much so
that all we could do was sit there like drones while my friends decided
to get drunk. I had asked for this favour of staying with a friend in
my old apartment because it was really the only place we could go. The
night was a bit too cold to just pitch a tent somewhere and apparently
you're not really supposed to do that anyway. I thought it might be
common courtesy that if you were having guests over at your house you
refrain from acting like and idiot and being disrespectful. Obviously
we wanted the sleep. We NEEDED the sleep. Originally the plan was
that my old roomie and her friend were going out to the bar. That was
great. That would at least give us a few hours of sleep. Quiet
sleep. That didn't happen.
Around eleven another friend decided to come over. Not a big deal.
They'd have a few shots then leave. No, it didn't work that way. The
whole group decided to talk about giving blow jobs. My partner and I
were trying desperately to sleep on the couch. I was trying to avoid
my old room because it really wasn't a room and I haven't been living
there for the last nine months despite the fact that a lot of my stuff
is still there. I should really work on that.
So it's getting later. Another friend drops by. We move up to my old
room to hopefully get some quiet. The first friend that came had way
too much to drink. She starts trying to vomit every two minutes in the
bathroom which is right next to the room. Everything can be heard from
a piss to a fart to...someone vomiting. It was really gross and we
tried our best to sleep but we had the dogs too in our room. Did I
mention there was no door? It came that way. A shower curtain blocks
things off. Still following? Good. So everytime someone goes up the
stairs or goes into the bathroom the dogs freak out because it's not
their house and they're scared and tired and so are we and it's just
peachy. That's a sarcastic just peachy in case you missed that.
Side Note:
The dogs were tied up in our room so they wouldn't go wandering around
the house because we didn't trust what the drunkards would do to them
and Peanut tends to nip at you if he doesn't like you. Or if you look
at him the wrong way. Stand up to fast or pick him up wrong. Plus
they were our dogs and we wanted them with us.
Of course the hours are ticking away. I make a few stops downstairs
because Sophie wasn't tied up for part of the night and she heard
something then ran downstairs. When she takes off like that she
doesn't listen when you call her. It's like three and four in the
morning when this happens and the dickheads are still up. Plus that
crazy girl is still violently having dry heaves. She refused to make
herself throw up because she was so repulsed by the idea and for some
reason she thought she would be bulimic if she did. Did I miss
something in the common sense world or isn't bulima an eating disorder
involving food?
Finally at about five they all fall asleep. We fall asleep. Sort of.
Just imagine two people trying to share a single bed. Not even a twin
bed but a teeny tiny kids bed. Not very comfortable so I ended up
taking the floor. The room is very small so I could hardly stretch
out. Keep in mind we're not in the greatest shape and just had a four
hour hike with two dogs across the city. We wanted comfort. I was
looking forward to sleeping on the couch. Maybe watching a movie. But
no. The party animals had to ruin that. We're all at the age where
college is over and we shouldn't be acting like that anymore. We have
jobs. Careers. Goals and aspirations. If you had guests coming to
your house would you not show them some respect and keep the noise
level down? I don't mind a bit of drinking. I even had a glass
myself. Plus we had a pint at the restaurant. But did we get
ridiculously drunk? No. Would we if we had people visiting us? Of
course not.
We got up early the next morning. Tired. Slightly stiff and me still
nursing my blisters from the day before. I packed on a few band-aids
and insisted we leave early. Everyone was still passed out on the
couch. We left a surprise or two. Tuna sandwiches in a Tupperware
container and a bag of crushed up chips. That's for making us stay up
all night. We took off at a little past nine and stopped for coffee
and a quick bite to eat. Then the real adventure began.
The first leg of the second part of the trip wasn't bad. I had some
sore muscles but my blisters weren't hurting and I was feeling good
about myself. We passed a ridiculously huge dog, some kids and random
people riding bikes. It was a beautiful day unlike yesterday which was
winding and a bit chilly. We had to wear sweaters. Today was
beautiful. I got a sunburn. It's great. Anyway, we decided to take a
different route which was supposed to be shorter. It wasn't. Three
hours passed and I was really starting to get tired. I swear I have a
hip problem because that was the first thing to go after the blisters
on blisters on my feet. That's not a typo. I had blisters on top of
my blisters. I was sure of it.
The walk was getting rather long so we decided to take a nap in some
tall grass which maybe wasn't the best idea. There was no shade so it
was hot. I thought I saw a tick but I think those are in the forest so
I'm really not sure what it was and we laid down right on an ant
colony. As soon as we got up to leave again my hips decided they
wanted to really hurt me. We still had a long way to go. We stopped
again about an hour later for a freezy and some cigarettes. I was
feeling like an invalid and could no longer walk properly and was in
fact walking like an elderly person.
In the end the walk took us six hours. So in the 20 hours we were away
from home we had walked 10. I wonder how many calories we burned. Our
dogs are exhausted but they really did enjoy themselves. They each
pooped six times. I received 3 blisters, two sore hips, two sore
knees, two sore shoulders, one sore neck, one sore ankle and lost a
gallon of sweat. I cannot walk right now. My partner received one
sore knee, two sore shoulders and lost a gallon of sweat. No
blisters. I will never do this again.
angrybellylint posted on May 18, 2009
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