A Rose By Any Other Name…

I’m going to Vancouver tomorrow. I’m going to see Keith Urban at GM Place with my friend Courtney from LiveJournal. There’s a cool story as to why we’re going to this together, but I’m not in the mood to share it right now. So I get to get up early tomorrow and Stuart is driving me down to Nanaimo where I’ll grab the 12:50 boat. I should be at Cory’s by about 3:30… 4:00ish… provided somebody will be there. I just e-mailed him so hopefully he’ll get back to me on that. Might have to not take a bag if no one will be there… I’m sure I can survive in my Keith Urban t-shirt for two days.

Anyways, I don’t really want to go. How fucked up is that??? Like, I want to go to the concert, don’t get me wrong. This will make Keith one of my most seen people in concert, gotta love that. I just don’t feel up to the whole trip. I can’t afford to drive over so I’m relying on Vancouver transit. That’s all fine since it’s pretty reliable, what I’m worried about is the walking. There’s not a whole lot involved, but I can’t really do any without ending up sore and exhausted. I thing just Granville to Cory’s, about three or four blocks, will be the death of me. And I have to do it four times….

On top of that I’m not going to get much sleep. As far as I can tell I’ll probably be taking the 8:30 ferry Monday morning… so I’ll get to Cory’s around 11:00 or 11:30 Sunday night. Then it’ll take me forever, as it always does, to get to sleep, and then I’ll have to wake up at like 6:15 ’cause the bus I need to get is at 7:00 and I need to give myself time to drag myself back to Granville St.

That’s providing Liz is still picking me up Monday though. If that falls through, which it might, then I’ll have to wait for Stuart to get off work and come get me. He gets off at 5:30! Ugh. And I imagine Cory and Clinton work Monday so I’ll have to kill time… either in downtown Vancouver or in Nanaimo. Really probably both. And I won’t have much money to do anything. *cries*

This trip has been planned for ages, why is it getting all fucked up now? No better on Courtney’s end either, she had a major complication with rides to. Stuart is supposed to have Sundays and Mondays off… but of course he has to work this Monday. *sigh* I have been prepared for that for a while though, hence Liz picking me up. I just really, really hope she still plans on doing so. Killing ten hours doesn’t sound pleasant to me. Even if I will have my iPod with me.

And then after I get back… Wednesday I get my wisdom teeth out. What a week!