I’m coming to the sad realization that I did, in fact, have a normal life and childhood – I grew up and went to school and got a job and had friends and everything. I really wanted to hold on to my retcon theory, because it was mysterious and exciting and absurd. I hate finding out that I’m just like everyone else. Normal sucks.
On the great crack pipe that is Facebook, someone started a group for people who worked at the Saanich Road McDonald’s, in Victoria. I worked there from 1990 to 1993 or so, and it really added a lot to the person I turned out to be. I learned a lot working there, and very little of it had to do with fries. People, music, alcohol, sex – yeah, it was good times. Hell, McDonald’s made me lose my virginity and get drunk for the first and 20th times. I have vague memories of being roused out of a random drunken sexual encounter by the police at a house party. There was camping, with breakfast made from stolen hotcake batter and sausage patties. It’s true – before my corruption was completed by computers and the pre-internet, the marinating stage began at McDonald’s.
Dirty.
Now I can stalk people I used to have crushes on. Sweet!
Plans are falling in place for the big Five Slash Ten anniversary celebration this September. Since traveling far away is out of the question (go on, guess why), we decided to go to Salt Spring Island for an extended weekend. I made the reservations this week, and we’re going to this fancy spa resort thingie. As usual, I’ve been trying to talk friends into coming with us – it’s just not a romantic getaway without spectators – but Shan is refusing, saying we should probably be alone. Pfft. We’re alone all the damn time; I want to party! I suppose I see her point – she hates me – but I am looking forward to the trip. I’ve never been to a spa before, and I think I’m going to have a mud bath just for the sake of paying money to sit in a mud puddle for an hour. Fun!
If today was payday, it would be awesome instead of just merely pretty great.
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yes. she hates you. that is the reason she thinks you and your husband should be alone on your biggie anniversary :P
besides, we have tegan & sarah tickets for that saturday night! woo!
:)
Oooooh! Reilly and I stayed there, last year!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
We had an ocean view chalet, and at that time one had been upgraded to hardwood floors but the others hadn’t yet. #5 I think? You should call them and ask if they’ve all been upgraded and if not, request the fancy upgraded one. They were the same price, just one was nicer. They might all be done now and then it’s a moot point, but nevertheless.
We didn’t do any of the spa stuff, just enjoyed our chalet. We had a bbq and the small kitchen, so we headed into town for supper fixings and had steak and potatoes and lots of wine in the comfort of our own place. Definitely a highlight. Oh, and the jaccuzi tub of course is fancy, too.
You’re pregnant!
Good god, no.
OMG, I worked at the Saanich Road McDonald’s TOO!!! How cool does that make me? Let’s see, I was 15 but turning 16 methinks, so it would have been in 1989! Yeah, back in teh good olde dayz! OK, not really.
Mmm, I SO miss going home and being able to wipe a layer of McGrease off my face – even though I never worked as a cook, was just airborne! Ahh, memories… Mc Memories!
Is it
“Hell, McDonald’s made me lose my virginity and get drunk for the first and 20th times. ”
or
“Hell, McDonald’s made me lose my virginity, and get drunk for the first and 20th times. ”
For the sake of a comma, virginity really got lost.
KiC because now it’s too hot
Oh god, not again – I have a long-standing feud with the lowly comma, it being the centerpiece of one of the more traumatic incidents in my high school life.
If you’re thinking about committing suicide, don’t ask for help.
Augh.
Wait, are you counselling us to not ask for help, as in “just go for it, you lazy bum you probably can’t do it right anyways” or are you telling us not to do it? Stupid comma!
I can’t believe the craziness at that particular McDs when I worked there for about 7 months when I first moved to Victoria in 1988/89. All the ppl coming out of the woodwork on Crackbook… God. I thought I’d buried those memories permanently.
What’s really weird tho, is 4!! people who I know worked at that location, who I met after the fact (like you), and I didn’t even know it! It’s not like it’s in the neighbourhood, it’s Victoria! Weirdness.