Big Island Ladies

25 May

This last weekend, Sissy, Arla-Shay and I kicked our families to the curb and high-tailed it out of town to the San Juan Islands for a little girl time.

Ooh, that sounds a little gay.

And it was. Totally.

Let’s just say that it’s a good thing I had a pregnancy pillow as a boundary between me and Arla-Shay in bed. That girl is handsy, yo.

But, anywho, back to the trip.

All three of us were counting the minutes until departure time and then we roadrunnered the shit out of town and headed north to the Anacortes Ferry (FYI to Non-Northwesterners: It is a FERRY. Not a FERRY BOAT. Fuck you Grey’s and McDreamy for saying “ferry boat” approximately 25 times per episode.).

We made it safely on the intended ferry with no help from me (the ticket cashier: “Where are you headed?” Me: the San Juans…? Uh, I mean…Dur….”). Once on Orcas, we drove towards our resort…

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…and we even saw some nature…

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But there was one thing we saw as we crossed the island that made our drive go from this:

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to this:

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“What did you see?!” you ask.

Sasquatch?

Big Foot?

Yeti?

Oh, those are all the same guy? Fuck.

Well, it wasn’t him anyway. For those of you who know me, my deepest darkest fears include three things: Heights, Clowns, and Dolls.

Luckily all the Mountain Climbing Clowns on the island were busy that day, but we did end up driving by this monstrosity:

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I’m not fucking with you. We were simply minding our own business, maybe screeching the lyrics to Ice Ice Baby or Footloose at the top of our lungs (maybe), when we drove by this crazy doll sacrifice boulder and screamed our bloody heads off.

Seriously, people of Orcas Island, What the FUCK!?! Later in the trip, we even came across this scary ass brain-eating zombie scarecrow thing just hanging out in some kid’s swing set outside of a craft studio. We exited this studio and I began to say, “Oh, I didn’t realize that the studio owner was out working on the kid’s swing set next to the car…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! RUN! RUN! RUN!”

To say that we ran our asses off to the car and made dust out of that place is the understatement of the year.

So while we had a totally awesome time this weekend, we are all left wondering what the FUCK the hippie, doll-sacrificing, zombie-scarecrow-worshiping, mute people of Orcas Island are up to when the main-lander tourists aren’t around. I’m convinced we would have seen a Smoke Monster if we would’ve hung around long enough…

Song title: Big Island Ladies by Ryan

5 Responses to “Big Island Ladies”

  1. Arla-Shay May 25, 2010 at 11:58 am #

    That sure was some bitchin’ spooning!

  2. sissy2mom2bee May 25, 2010 at 12:31 pm #

    Ticket guy – “You will be the last car going to Orcas.”
    Arla-Shay – “FUCK THE CHANGE!!!”. Ticket guy giggles.

    Ferry announcer guy announcing to the whole ferry – “Someone left their cell phone upstairs. There is still time to ret… reci…reli…OH, you know what I’m trying to say!”

    BEST TRIP EVER!!!

  3. Pearl Wisdom May 25, 2010 at 10:44 pm #

    WTH? Did you travel to the island of The Wicker Man????

  4. Pearl Wisdom May 25, 2010 at 10:44 pm #

    And why the F was I not invited? i tell you, my extra large frontal whale hump would have made for some exceptional spooning.

  5. Erin May 26, 2010 at 6:41 am #

    Your Paint skills are incredible. JEALOUS!

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