The Foggy Road From Kingston to Toronto

[bcholmes]

Gods, what a week it's becoming!

Late last night, I rode out to Kingston and back. Siobhan was hit with the pain she gets from an on-going medical problem, and had to stop in Kingston on her way back from Montreal with her buddy.

They sat in the car in a motel parking lot; the motel owner refused to give a goth boy and a crusty punk any help.

The ride from Toronto was slow; a warm weather front moved in to south western Ontario and blanketed Highway 401 with dense fog. Goth boy phoned and told us that Siobhan had passed out and we panicked; we called an ambulance. We were still 150 kilometres away from Kingston.

Siobhan sent the ambulance people away. Later, goth boy told us, "The sirens attracted some of the locals, but nobody seemed very eager to help."

It was half-past midnight when we finally got there. It was almost 4 am when we got home. Siobhan is still sick as a dog.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

>I worry about Siobhan. :( I need to keep in better touch with
>her, but I was letting it slide until Montreal was over and done
>with. *worry worry worry*

All better now. :-)

(And Mr Sharkey peed on the motel owner's truck.)

Siobhan

[silentq.livejournal.com]

Oh good.
And, why am I not surprised? :)

[(Anonymous)]

At 1 AM, out there in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the thickest fog I've even seen, it just seemed like the right thing to do. ;)

BC's suggestion, while driving out there, was to go after the motel owner with a tire iron, which would also have been damn satisfying.

On the plus side, M and I now have a neat adventure story to tell all our friends (now that we've gotten over being worried sick about Sio, that is).

Steph

[silentq.livejournal.com]

(sorry for taking over your journal with this, BC - these schmucks should get LJ accounts themselves :) )
Pee was possibly (no, I'm not going to say for certain) less of a deadly weapon than a tire iron would be.
See, road trips == good stories to tell. :)

[bcholmes.livejournal.com]

Pee was possibly (no, I'm not going to say for certain) less of a deadly weapon than a tire iron would be.

I wish it to be known, for the record, that the words 'tire iron' were never uttered by my lips.

[silentq.livejournal.com]

So noted. It's amazing how even at one remove, stories can take on a life of their own...

Tire iron?

[(Anonymous)]

Really? Maybe it was Martin who suggested that. Come to think of it, that is more in line with his character than BC's. My apologies for the misattribution. ;)

I do recall BC wanting to inflict revenge on the motel owner though. I think we were all pretty united on that front. Not to worry though - Casper has already planned to lob Molotov cocktails at the motel on his way home from C8.

As for me getting an LJ, I'm waffling. Waffling with blueberries and maple syrup even.

LJ accounts

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I now have one. After swearing I wouldn't.

I have a good excuse though... I discovered that there is a livejournal community called GothConvergence (http://www.livejournal.com/community/gothconvergence/), so it's work-related.

Really.