London, woo!

[evilhippo]

So, the Arctic temperatures greeted me not long out of Chicago on a bus that seems to have lacked heat. Entirely. I'm never travelling without a blanket again. In fact, once we arrived in Detroit and transferred to dogsled for the long journey into Canada, it was actually warmer. I got asked extra questions at the border, probably because I laughed at the questions they were asking me. Especially after they asked me "Oh, who are you visiting?" Implying that they wanted a name. Way to go, Canada. Reinforce the idea that everyone here knows everyone else. Hehehe. But at least I didn't get searched or something. I'll try not to laugh at the American officials on the way back... I'm going to a socialist equinox celebration tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure that might be subversive activity of some sort. I'm likely to get myself labelled as dangerous and not let back into the country.

Anyway, I am now safely inside chocolatemoose's igloo. It's a three-story igloo, with plush carpeting. I also just realized that I forgot to bring a sweatshirt. Blerr. I suppose I'll have to find some blubber to borrow, so I can keep warm with that.

Oh, and Canadian emo-goths (with skulls on their argyle) don't know DDR etiquette. And apparently my tolerance is a 9, and two 7s as far as a set goes, because after that I was ready to fall over. My endurance sucks! I'm going to blame part of it on being on a bus all night and not sleeping, though. Oh, and at some point, I'm going to have to copy down what I wrote in my notebook about the adventure in the terminal in Chicago. That deserves its own entry, so I'll do it at some point this week when I have little else to do.

Edit [8:54]: (whoa, I'm on eastern time) There's something terribly fun about everything being bilingual in a language you can read. Especially when you're staring at the box of Ritz crackers... and its little slogan-thing. Which in English is "Mr. Christie, Nobody bakes it better." And... then there's the French version. Which is "M. Christie... il y a longtemps que je t'aime." Either this is extremely idiomatic... or this box of Ritz crackers has declared its love for M. Christie (which is apparently the equivalent to Nabisco). I'm lost already.