"Dots on a map, four, five, six, the two of us a perfect fit."
- A Fine Frenzy, You Picked Me
On Thursday night, I went over to Wrecking Ball's after work so that we could leave early Friday morning on the little trip we had planned. We drove as directly as possible from home to Truro, and then kept along the coast from there to Wolfville, stopping along the way to look at a tidal bore, an abandoned house, and a few lighthouses. We ate dinner that night at a place called The Port, which was fancy and had good food but was very noisy (this was kind of rough for conversation but it particularly bothered me because I wasn't feeling well and just wanted to be somewhere quiet). We checked in to the most lovely inn I've ever stayed in, and spent some time just lying on the bed talking. I loved it. I feel like I'm really bad at making conversation, but I still enjoy it. I don't try to avoid it. Then we walked around for a little while, as Wrecking Ball tried to decide where we were going to go for a few drinks (I really couldn't care less where we went, so I felt almost painfully unhelpful with his decision making). We settled on Paddy's Pub, where he tried two local brews and I had two local wines: a red from Grand Pre just outside Wolfville, and a white from Jost in Truro. The white was delicious, and it was then that I learned that white wine is supposed to be chilled. I hadn't known that! That changes the taste a lot. We were there for at least an hour and a half, talking more. I found myself feeling rather tipsy by the end of my second drink. I was grateful, then, for the slow pace at which we had drank. I'm not interested in being shit-show drunk any more, and my main problem is that I tend to drink a lot very fast.
On Saturday we woke up and had breakfast at the inn. It was delicious. The highlight of the meal, for me, was when I felt somewhat awkward about my table manners and asked Wrecking Ball, "is there a polite way to eat an orange slice?" Then before he could answer, the wedge somehow slipped out of my hands and bounced across the floor. That alone was funny, and then he commented on how smooth a way that was to avoid the issue. Unfortunately, being somewhat congested and hoarse, laughing prevented all breathing so I had to calm down fast and not enjoy the moment properly. I'm laughing at it now.
We drove up to a place called Baxter's Cove and saw a gorgeous waterfall. Ok, it may not be that impressive, but I have seen very few waterfalls in my life and I think they're all beautiful. Then it started raining and we decided not to leave the vehicle the next time we stopped. Now I need to mention that my navigational skills aren't the best. I had us take the wrong exit, and then a slower road because I didn't understand the way routes were named, and by the time we got to Truro it was late in the afternoon. We had intended to sit down for lunch and then drive the Truro > Amherst portion of the Glooscap Trail. Instead, I went into a tearoom and picked up sandwiches and hot drinks to go, making a mental note to go back there one day because it looked like a lovely place to sit and eat. We drove back home via the fastest route after that, and then spent some time talking to Wrecking Ball's dad.
All in all, it was a really great trip. I was sick and therefore kind of internally miserable for a lot of it, I won't deny that, but I still enjoyed it. Then there was the party that I mentioned in Anxiety, but it was actually a good time. I played video games with Eevee and a rotating cast of others, and Wrecking Ball played poker for money and almost won. We got a little drunk (I suspect I was further gone than he was) and went back to his place. We stayed in bed for most of Sunday until I had to go home to get ready for my sorority's weekly meeting which was followed by the pledge ceremony, which went really well.
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