It’s Addison, lol

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OhEmGe, it’s the never ending post from hell that ate the world! Quick, everyone, ruuuuuuuun!

I did not leave the hotel room for the following 36 hours. Literally. We ordered room service, and mostly slept and watched movies. I used the fancy internet-on-the-tv that morning to read the comments on Andrea’s blog.

I turned towards Addison. “They don’t seriously expect me to update, do they?” I asked incredulously. He shrugged.

The next day – Sunday – my phone rang. The caller ID read Lynn LeBlanc. Hmm.

“Hi Mum!” I said.

“Hey Kater. I was just wondering…what were you planning on doing about the brakes?”

I sighed. “Well, we’ve been trying to call a mechanic, but I expect they’re all closed ‘til Monday. If we can’t get the parts, we’ll just have to tow the car back to Saint John.”

“Kaytlyn, do you know how much it’ll cost to get it towed that far?”

I didn’t, really, but I said what I inferred: “A whole lot of money.”

“Like, $500.”

“Gleep.”

“What we were thinking of doing is…well, what parts do you need? The pads or the rotors?”

“… … … … Umm … … … …”

“Here,” says Mum, “I’ll let you talk to Patrick.”

“How about I let Addison talk to Patrick?”

So after about five minutes on the phone, Addison hangs up.

“What’s the dealio?”

Addison explained to me that Mum and Patrick were at Canadian Tire in Fredericton, buying our brake pads and rotors, and that they were going to drive them up to St. Andrew’s.

I love my parents.

“I wanna see your room!” Mum said eagerly after they’d arrived and we’d placed the brakes into the trunk of our car.

“Wha-?”

“I’ve never been in the Algonquin before,” she says excitedly, “and I wanna see!”

Deep sigh. Well, I ran up and cleaned the room first. I mean, we’re on our honeymoon, so the place was a hellish mess. I managed to get everything off the floor and the comforter spread on the bed before they walked in.

“Oh,” said Mum in a small voice.

“You’re disappointed,” I said, smirking.

“Well, no…”

“I was too,” I said coolly, standing, and glancing around. “I made these reservations over a month ago, and I tried to get a suite, but everything was sold out. I was not impressed at the time, but I got over it.”

“I mean, it’s nice…” she said emphatically.

“But not extravagant,” I finished.

“Well…yeah. Okay, I’m done – let’s go!”

The rest of the day was quite fun – more fun than one would think seeing your parents on your honeymoon would be. We parked at one end of Water Street and just walked down it, stopping into all the lovely little shops. At one point we stopped into one of those little cottage-y gift shops that sells fudge and has homey things like ornaments, wind chimes and tea cups.

As we were walking through this shop and browsing, Addison’s mouth suddenly fell open, and his eyes got very wide. Like this:

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“What, honey?” I said, trying to figure out what he was ogling. I turned around to face the same direction as him. “What is it, what’s cool? Is it this? Is this what – ”

And then I saw it. There was a display on the top of a wooden shelf that has half a dozen knight figurines.

LAWL.

Addison left the store with one. His name is Vlad, and he has dreams of one day being a breakaway pop sensation.

We went down to the water to get our toes wet (and watch some dumb 20-somethings get stranded on a sandbar), then grabbed a bite and some ice cream at a fish’n’chips stand. As we walked up to the hotel, licking our ice cream, with Mum and Patrick driving away, Addison turned to me and said:

“Your Mum and your Patrick are very nice people.”

Dur, honey. Dur.

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