EuroTrip
I figured it was about time I let my non-existent readers know what the hell I got up to this summer.
Or perhaps the real question is what DIDN’T I get up to this summer?
I mean, it depends what you define as summer. Maybe it started the day school ended; that’s fine. Skinny-dipping in starlit lakes, climbing up mountains only to find ourselves caught in a forest fire, gallavanting off to Vancouver to see Coldplay – all part of a regular school week. Maybe it started on the longest day of the year, in which case it started with the song “Life in Technicolour” echoing throughout the stadium. Or maybe it started at the end, three days before my boyfriend’s exchange year came to a close and he flew home, on the night where the showerhead washed the remainders of my virginity down the drain.
Not the best photo, but the point is, it's Coldplay.
Either way, this summer, I did everything I hadn’t done yet.
Remember that post I did, ages ago, about my table group in one of my classes laughing uncontrollably and hysterically? Remember the guy who was kicking the girl across from him under the table? That’s my boyfriend. I liked him ever since I first saw him. He liked me about two weeks before we started dating. Either way, ever since he first leaned down to kiss me on that snowy Boxing Day our relationship has just gotten exponentially better. Our theory is that it’s because we always knew we were on a time limit, ever since day one.
that's him...
His flight back home to Germany left Canada on July 2nd, ironically enough being the same day that my family arrived here when we moved in 2001. However, it wasn’t a time for total heartbreak because, back in March, I had booked a flight to England, and another from there to Germany, and another back home. My trip would start on July 14th, and end on September 3rd.
Until then, I worked for two weeks…in between our collective deflowering (and my friend’s a day before, but that’s not really relevant…just weird…), a surprise birthday party on an island accessible only by boat, and a goodbye get-together with my craziest friend that consisted of home-grown weed (my first time with it), a glass pipe, and a metal feed box usually reserved for horse food, but that had been cleaned out and now comfortably fit two people and a lot of smoke. I wish someone could have filmed us. We came up with the most amazing inventions…and packed away more food than you could ever imagine fitting into a human. (Please don’t judge me, I am but a misguided 17-year-old.) Soon after that, I went with three other friends to a nearby folk music festival, where I met Stephen Page (lead singer of the Bare Naked Ladies) and where Edgar Meyer (best double bass player in the world, pretty much) wrote me a poem instead of an autograph. Needless to say, July 14th came pretty quickly.
EDGAR!
(To be continued…sometime…)
