The next morning we went to Coal Point to have our fish processed (vacuum packed and frozen). We grabbed sticky buns and much-needed caffeine at Two Sisters, made some plans for the evening, and we headed back to the cabin for a lovely nap.
When we finally woke up, we packed for quite a while, and then headed back to town to go to the brewery. We were running early, so we went to Alice's first where we found out that the brewery was closing in ten minutes. We quickly changed our plans and went to dinner at the Crooked Hook instead.
During dinner, we all had the chance to eat 7 saltine crackers in exactly one minute (meaning they had to be completely swallowed) for $100. None of us succeeded. In fact... I'm not sure any of us was even close! This is not something I will be trying again in the near future.
After dinner, we hung out at the Salty Dog for a little bit to say goodbye to Sarah and Scott because they were catching a ferry to Kodiak Island (jealous). After everyone was gone except Jess and me, somehow we got on the topic of passports. This is when Jess mentioned she didn't have one. I thought she was joking. She wasn't. We both had meltdowns at the Otter Room after getting over the shock and making frantic phone calls for help. The Otter Room closed and we went to Duggen's to throw darts, although our minds were far from the game.
We spent a restless night worrying about having to fly Jess home and a LOOOOOONNNGGGGGG drive back for me, all alone.
I would say something like the insanity of the overreaction to 9-11 and homeland security shibboleths making it not as much fun to be a NORTH American as it once was, but....
ReplyDeleteSorry Jess (both) that s_cks!