blazing sevens

if you've lived on the west coast for any length of time, you know all about the ferries. i've written about them before so i'll keep this short: where have all the fucking people come from and why do they always want to be on the same boat as me? geez louise! i was the first or second person denied a ticket for the 10:30 sailing friday morning because of volume. lucky me got to sit around the terminal until 12:30 for the honour of spending an additional two hours of my life crossing the strait. thankfully it was: a) a beautiful day; and, b) i had hey nostradamus! to keep me company. otherwise, my weekend was pretty good. mom really needed me there, too. she's been having to deal with her cousin/tennant's severe health problems and she's pretty much at the end of her tether. brenda (the cousin/tennant) was in hosptial all weekend and i'm glad for both mom and me. it gave her break from the constant worry and allowed me to not get too angry and upset about the situation on her behalf. we watched hockey and a couple movies, did some pre-vegas shopping for her trip next week and hit the casino for a practice run where we both won a combined total of just over a thousand bucks. good thing, too, because i bought some clothes and shoes i really couldn't afford. now i'm back on my side of the water, glad to have slept on my crappy futon (can you believe it?) and to be back in my own space. i could do without the being at work, but with the good always comes some bad, they say. how was your easter?