The universe is conspiring against me to make sure I don’t go to Victoria this weekend. The forecast for the long weekend is depressing and wet; not ideal for a scooter trip at all. I am bummed about this because I am sorely in need of adventure and things keep happening to prevent it – the weather, my horrendous headache, the mysterious whereabouts of my paycheque, the cramps I know I have but cannot feel because my head hurts so much, the SECRET INCIDENT. Stop it, universe. Don’t make me cut you.
The orgy of e-splurging has come to an end. I received the last of my outstanding orders yesterday; a new helmet from Taiwan. It is fucking gorgeous, and I adore it madly. I was looking forward to breaking it in this weekend with a long distance scoot to the island, but that’s looking less and less likely as the day goes on. I’ll have to think of some other fabulous way to break in my new helmet (that doesn’t actually involve any breaking whatsoever). It’s good that the deliveries will stop for a while; the postman thinks I am very strange and told me that people were “starting to talk”. I don’t know who these people are or what they could be talking about, but it sounded pretty ominous so I best try to behave for a while. A little while. Okay, maybe a week or so. There’s already four things I know of on their way to me – the Baby Scarer I won from the ebays, the goggles that were missing from my helmet shipment, and two “thanks for being awesome and answering our nosy questions” perks from Nintendo. I like getting stuff in the mail. The postman will just have to continue ringing twice, is all.
It’s the 10th anniversary of Princess Diana’s death. I remember where I was when I heard about it – I was in Edmonton, on my way back from the CD release party for Captain Tractor’s Bought the Farm. I had craftily tied the show into the real reason for my being in Edmonton; namely, the very first Fragapalooza. I was staying with one of the organizers of the event, and he had asked his dad to pick me up after the concert. He wanted to take me back to the house to sleep after the show – it was after midnight! – but I begged him to take me back to the hangar so I could grab my stuff and say hi to people. I also wanted to talk to the guy who dropped his computer while I was on my way to the concert. He had balanced his tower on top of another, and when he stood up his headphones wrapped around the box and sent it crashing to the ground. I really should have taken that as a sign of things to come; strange accidents seem to happen to this guy all the time. Seriously, just ask him what happened last Monday. He probably won’t tell you, but Ed’s a funny guy that way; wanting to keep his humiliations a secret instead of sharing it with the internet at large.
So, that’s where I was when I heard about Princess Diana’s death. Where were you?
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i was at mcdonald’s, standing in front of the counter, just about to leave after my close shift when the manager cashing out in the office came out and told us that she’d just gotten off the phone with her sister who let her know what happened. at first i thought she was joking. she wasn’t.
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We were driving home to Calgary from a family vacation in the okanagan. My dad was searching for an audible radio station as we were going through the mountains when we came across the good ol’ CBC. We all found it pretty hard to believe and the first thing we did when we got home was turn on the TV.
It really is incredible how so many people remember exactly where they were at a given moment in time 10 years ago.
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Just had to post, because I remember I was getting ready for the Bought the Farm CD release party when I heard about it…
Small world!
I had just started college and was hanging out in the lounge when the announcement came across the news. A bunch of the girls in my dorm were really broke up about it, sobbing and whatnot. They stayed up to watch the funeral as it was broadcast live at, like, three in the morning or whatever. I, ever the tactful and pleasant girl, remarked what was the big deal? People get killed in car accidents all the time. Uh oh. It is unwise to anger the Diana groupies. I just don’t have the proper respect for celebrity.
I seem to recall that I was with Keeth and we’d just gotten back to his house when his mom told us. But I do remember where I was when the slow white Bronco chase occurred!
I was buying meat at the deli at Fairways on Quadra and Cook, now a Thrifty’s. I didn’t see the big deal.
OMG a SECRET INCIDENT? You’ve left the internets hanging. All of them, hanging!
In the living room of my first apartment, watching TV. I remember earlier in the night I was watching MadTV on a Detroit channel (weird Vancouver Island cable feeds!) and somebody made a joke that referenced Princess Diana. And then for some reason, possibly because I was a nightowl and a loser, I was watching it again on a local station after the news had broke and the joke was bleeped.
At my parents’ house, stopping off on a trip back from Saugatuck. They interrupted the TV program to announce it, and the first words out of my mouth, without even really thinking, were, “Oh my god, they’ve killed her!”
I was in an outdoor hot tub at a B&B on Saltspring Island celebrating my first wedding anniversary. The B&B owner had been watching tv, but came out to tell us when she found out.