The gift opening was at Mr. and Mrs. Borgoyne's waterfront residence down at Lands End. Sitting around the newly weds in the living room, we watched them unwrap and open the gifts like anxious kids sitting around the Christmas tree on Christmas day. On close observation, I found out who bought the first four Denby dinner plates, and who bought the two other plates after them. I was going to get the remaining four plates on the HBC gift registry but I waited until the day before taking off to Victoria at which point there were only two plates left to get.
Jay and I took off late afternoon with an ambitious goal to drive to Port Renfrew, but given that we had the Ford Escape to return and a ferry to catch by 2100, we only made it out to Sooke. We got to a beach and walked across the embankment. We lost track of time during our conversation, in which we learned more about our backgrounds, that we had to sprint back to the SUV and meander around slow moving vehicles on the single lane road back up to Sydney.
We didn't think we were going to make it. I didn't mind spending another night on the island and catching the early morning ferry, but Jay didn't share the same enthusiasm. We gassed up, drove super fast on Highway 17 to the airport, hopped into the cab, and made it out to the ferry terminal a few minutes before 2100. The rush wasn't over yet, however. A double-decker bus had just begun unloading it's passengers and a long line of people wanting to get their ferry ticket was forming which spilled out onto the streets. Jay in panic mode, still not sure if we could board the 2100 sailing, was hoping for the best. Of course, we were behind a group of obnoxious little Charlenes' who couldn't organise themselves to have one person buy the ticket for the whole group. No, rather, each fucking twat had to buy her own ticket individually, costing us valuable time with each transaction. Fortunately, we made it to the ticket counter and boarded the ferry before the wire.
More fortune was bestowed on us after getting off the Ferry at the Tsawwassen ferry terminal as we were able to find a comfortable seat on the long articulated bus. This bus was the last one out for the night and it filled up very quickly. People were pressed against each other to fit as many people in, but alas, there were those who were left behind at the stop. How sad.
What a great weekend I had.
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