Unfortunately for us, dancesport is a winter sport in Canada and because of the volatile climate, we often encounter snow storms in the open plains between cities.

I decided to stop at a road side hotel and pay the handsome charge of $70 a night instead of trying my luck on a road which I can no longer see. We had both made sacrifices for the weekend in order to travel to Toronto, she had skipped all her Friday classes and I had called in sick from my cellphone. We wanted to arrive at the competition a night before the so the stresses of the road doesn’t affect our performance. It looks like it will anyway.

Already, she’s complaining about the extra money we are spending for the room, add that to the $90 entry fee, $120 gas, $80 hostel fee for two nights and my one day’s paycheck, the weekend is adding up to a hefty sum.

I didn’t mind the complaining at all, it happened so often that I’ve grown numb to it. All that’s going through my mind at that moment was how much gas we have wasted because the tires keep on skidding in the snow. Am I going to have to fork out more money? How early do we have to wake up if we are to arrive and still have ample time to get ready: put on makeups, slip into our custumes, warm up all 10 dances and eat.
At the back of my mind, I registered her complain about the state of the hotel we are in and what a dump it is compared to a real hotel. I made a mental note that I should book an expensive suite next time to fufill her wishes, just so I can watch her reaction when she sees the bill.

The fact that we are sharing the same room always unsettles me. For me, sharing a room usually implies more intimate friendships or romantic relationship. That is not the nature of our relationship. I kept getting the urges to start discussing something profound, yet caught myself before I did because we have to sleep, in order to be ready for tomorrow. So we both went through the preparation for the night in silence, visualizing the routines we will be dancing the next day. Like business.

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Wow. I really like your layout. It's so cool! Especially the thing with the tree roots! And that forest is so pretty, where did you get it?

So you're a dancer, huhn? I used to do ballroom. And when I say "used to" I mean "last year" but it seems like a long time ago. Anyway, I just took classes and the like. If you want a real ballroom dancer you have to talk to ranor, not me. I know what you mean about the sharing the same room thing. When the light goes out, you feel like you should be like, "C'est quoi, la vie?"
Especially actually if you are camping and there are lots of stars.
I think the picture was taken by my friend Taylor (Michael's girlfriend) because she was the one climbing with him. I think she was on a higher ledge and that's where she took the picture from. I'm sure he has a reaallllly nice camera. He used to have one of those Digital Rebel SLRs and I really wanted to buy it because he was selling it for less than $400 and that's less than half what you can get it for elsewhere, but where am I going to get $400? So that means he must have an even nicer camera now! Absolutely Fearless Adventurer+really nice camera+eye of an artist+equally intrepid and artistic girlfriend= coolest pictures EVER. And they just post them on facebook like "whatevz". Makes me really want to go to the Cascades, though, or Glacier National Park.
» Zanzibar on 2007-02-19 09:08:45

haha, holy crap, my comment is almost as long as your entry. sOrrry
» Zanzibar on 2007-02-19 09:09:12

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