C Note(s)

I f it's one lesson I've learned from my time on Spaceship Earth is that heartbreak is a catalyst for action with me. I'm hoping I'm not the only one, but perhaps I am? I fear the abyss of depression as I barely managed to crawl out of it the first time around, and know deep-down I might not be able to do an encore performance if it happens again. That's why I run, no, actually sprint the other direction! After a girl broke my heart, I got a spark in my ass. Which involved: bagels, Bucket Lists, and Barcelona. WCP hit me up about what I wanted to do for New Year's Eve Y2K12. I ruefully thought, "Well, I'm not repeating last year's celebration!" I told her on my Bucket List was to celebrate NYE in another country. Due to timing, finances, and planning, that narrowed it down to Canada and Mexico. And due to proximity, it was decided on Canada. Plus I know she has an entire network in the club scene, so there might be resources and/...

My recent self-inflicted passport woes reminded me of a worst-case, nightmare scenario I had the pleasure of living through at the Canada-USA border. Being unorganized, and getting old is a bitch, isn't it? At least I am resourceful enough to live through these stories in order to tell them to Spaceship Earth. I call it: #OhCanada - My Border Crossing. Aiight, it was the mid '90s so travel and border crossings were easier than today. I had just started working at the newly formed AAA Washington Express Travel Call Center (Carter Mears) after graduating from Edmond Community College with AA in Liberal Arts AND a Certificate in Travel and Tourism (Gretchen Maliska) My live-in girlfriend was a tall drink of water, which clinched my thirst on the daily. You see, she was an aspiring model, young, fun, yet plagued with back problems with her height of 6 feet. Her prescription pain medicine was so strong it was narcotics based. #TallDrinkofWater had shared with me in passing t...