Olympics!
On February 17, 2010, my boyfriend and I went to go see the short track speed skating finals. It was unforgettable to say the least. At 10am my boyfriend and his dad came to pick me up to go to the train station to get to Vancouver.
Once we got there the excitement started to build. Having never being on a train, I was terrified. I happen to have an irrational fear of things on tracks (Trains and roller coasters). We happily went to our seats and I stared out the window in awe as the unfamiliar scenery went by.
We arrived in Vancouver around noon and stared blankly at the station before asking each other "Where do we go from here?" We wandered aimlessly for about a 20 minutes before calling my mom to ask where we were supposed to catch our bus from. We explained that we were somewhere on East Hastings and had no idea where the bus stop was. My mom was less than impressed with our location and by that point was having a panic attack. (For those of you who don't know, East Hastings is covered in homeless people and drug addicts and not somewhere you really want to be lost...especially not with olympic tickets.)
We eventually found our bus and the place we were supposed to be and happily sat, excited to see this once in a life time event.
Afterwards, however, we found ourselves once again lost and once again on East Hastings. Except this time it was night. So we promptly called my dad and I calmly said "Daddy, I'm lost." Knowing full well he wouldn't give me as much trouble as mom would seeing as we didn't learn the first time. Once we found our bus we sat down, relieved.
Think it couldn't get worse? It does. Our bus driver decided "Hey, lets drive right through the Anti-Olympic village in a bus covered in olympic pictures with people just coming from an olympic event!" Needless to say we were both terrified.
Well, we got home safely! That's my interesting adventure in Vancouver and the reason why I'll proly never go without an adult.
Once we got there the excitement started to build. Having never being on a train, I was terrified. I happen to have an irrational fear of things on tracks (Trains and roller coasters). We happily went to our seats and I stared out the window in awe as the unfamiliar scenery went by.
We arrived in Vancouver around noon and stared blankly at the station before asking each other "Where do we go from here?" We wandered aimlessly for about a 20 minutes before calling my mom to ask where we were supposed to catch our bus from. We explained that we were somewhere on East Hastings and had no idea where the bus stop was. My mom was less than impressed with our location and by that point was having a panic attack. (For those of you who don't know, East Hastings is covered in homeless people and drug addicts and not somewhere you really want to be lost...especially not with olympic tickets.)
We eventually found our bus and the place we were supposed to be and happily sat, excited to see this once in a life time event.
Afterwards, however, we found ourselves once again lost and once again on East Hastings. Except this time it was night. So we promptly called my dad and I calmly said "Daddy, I'm lost." Knowing full well he wouldn't give me as much trouble as mom would seeing as we didn't learn the first time. Once we found our bus we sat down, relieved.
Think it couldn't get worse? It does. Our bus driver decided "Hey, lets drive right through the Anti-Olympic village in a bus covered in olympic pictures with people just coming from an olympic event!" Needless to say we were both terrified.
Well, we got home safely! That's my interesting adventure in Vancouver and the reason why I'll proly never go without an adult.
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