A visit to the Canadian National Patriarchy Museum

Last Thanksgiving, I decided to abdicate; I went to Victoria, BC for a long quiet weekend alone. I took myself out to high tea instead of Thanksgiving dinner. It was lovely.

To get to Victoria, I took the Clipper, which is a very nice three-hour ferry ride. It leaves from the north side of the Seattle waterfront at 8am, though, and I was told to be there by 7am. Because I’m me, that meant I needed to be there by 6:45am at latest, in case of traffic or unforeseen delays, and because of the Seattle transit system, that meant I had to take the bus that got me there at 6:10am (because it was either 6:10 or 6:50), which meant I had to leave at 5:40am, which meant I got up at 5:15am. Well, actually it meant I woke up at 5am and then got out of bed at 5:15am. And again, because I’m me, I went to sleep the night before at about 2:30am. Sooooo by the time I got to Victoria at 11am, I wasn’t thinking suuuuuper clearly, and I hadn’t eaten yet.

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