Part I - travel across the border
Had a relatively uneventful drive down to the Windsor/Detroit border. Things got ugly very quickly when the customs people made us pull over for a more thorough search, because Vin was missing a document in his passport and because of our looks. Let me make it clear that I do not have a problem with searches, random or not, because I have absolutely nothing to hide. The customs people are trying to do their jobs of keeping out terrorists and whatnot, BUT!!!! I think it is a very common courtesy to leave a person's belongings in the state that one finds it.
I did not appreciate having my wallet left open and dangling out of my purse. When I told her to please close it properly, the woman got all snippy at me.
Her: Do you want to go into the :usa or not?!
Me (thinking): Fuck you, I'm going back to :canada
She holds my bag and looks at me, asking, "You have never been in possession of illegal drugs?"
Of course, those who know me know that I have never and will never touch drugs, so I answered "Never, ma'am."
Her (bitchy): I was talking to your friend! (referring to Vin)
Ummmm...then why in hell was she looking at me while asking?
In the San Francisco airport, the security guy actually tested my bag for bomb chemicals, but was very careful to put everything back neatly.
We got to Clarkston and Vin went out for a bit while I looked up Cos in the phone book and called him up. He didn't recognize me until I said "sporks, sporks! Snuffy bears and sporks!!"
- woken up from a sound sleep around 3am by the unmistakable sound of a screaming female orgasm coming from the hotel room next door. It was pretty funny until she started screaming every 2 minutes or so...what a faker! She shut up after I yelled "You sound like you're having too much fun over there!" but I really wanted to yell "You're having that much fun and you didn't invite us?"