So when i moved to Vancouver in 2000 I drove all my stuff out in my dad's Chevy Blazer. Part way through the Coquihalla I ran out of gas. I alternately coasted and waited until I got about 30 km's away from Hope where I hitched a ride, bought gas, took a cab back to the truck, and finally arrived to the apartment where I moved in with my girlfriend at about 4am.
This week I saw three fantastic plays. Jake's Gift by the talented Julia Mackey. Where the Blood Mixes by Kevin Loring, who is one of my best friends. It was amazing. Then yesterday, I drove to Kamloops to see The Miracle Worker at WCTC, directed by Jeremy Tow. It the remount of a project I almost did, and hadn't seen. The production was gorgeous. Visited with the cast after at the house of the late Artistic Director, then hopped in my car to drive home at midnight.
Just outside of Merrit, still 2.5 hrs from Vancouver, my interior lights all died. I found a tiny lamp that I used to use for a light and set it up in front of the speedometer so I had an idea of how fast I was going. I also had just got new brakes done, and was supposed to get them tuned after 100km, so I was worried they might just give way. i missed the turn for Merrit to get a hotel, then the lamp died too. I finally pulled over in the middle of the mountains and slept for about 3 hours (in 20 minute segments, where i would make up and turn the heater on) until the sun almost rose and drove the rest of the way home.
I stopped again to nap around Langley, and a cop knocked on my window. He wondered if I was drunk. I explained my story. I had left my lights on. Luckily the car started and I drove home by 9am to make it to my scene study class for 10am.
I learned: work hard. be a man. play to win.
