I made a mistake. I forgot about Thanksgiving. This is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, the official day is Monday. It’s a long weekend.

First, I would like to say Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian friends. Even though I think Thanksgiving, this early in the year, feels weird. However, I would never turn down the opportunity for more pumpkin pie in life, so I fully embrace the differences in timing between our two days of thanks.

Second, to all of you Canadians and Americans who were trying to get on the ferries the same times I was…. I think I hate you. Just a little. I was unable to get on a ferry Friday night. I didn’t make a reservation, or try to make one, until I was getting ready to leave town. They were all booked. It was not looking good. On my way up, I had an idea and I pulled off the road to contact Wil. He was to take a bus to the ferries and meet me in Twassen. We were going to stay in a hotel and jump up and down on the bed and run around in our underpants and order room service.

For reasons that only he can explain, the bussing did not work well, and he missed the 7 pm ferry. This is why I do not take the bus. He left his house at 5:30, and did not make it to the mainland until 10:45. And who’s fault is that? The bus. Fucking bus.

The hotel we stayed at was comfy and had a nice bed, so it’s all good. But when we arrived at the ferry terminal on Saturday, a little after twelve, we had to wait for two sailings, until the 3pm boat. Two hours and 40 minutes – fun. When we were on the ferry, we stayed in the car and watched Dead Like Me season 2 episodes on my laptop. At one point, I looked up and saw a man poke his head out the door to the stairs. He looked around, and then gave the “all clear, come on” gesture to some people behind him. Three women in very large, very expensive sunglasses came thru the door.

“Hey… look at that.. that’s Fergie. That’s Fergie getting on that giant green tour bus.”

“What? No, hey look… it’s Hank from Corner Gas, he’s on this episode of Dead Like Me.”

“No, Seriously Wil… LOOK, it’s Fergie.”

“Look! it’s Hank!”

By the time I could convince him that there was something in Real Life he needed to look at, she was gone. But I insisted that it was her. Shortly after, some youngish boys in extra large pants came down, wandering around looking for something. Someone. For Fergie!! Wil said they could have been looking for their car. This debate went on for sometime, until we confirmed…. The Black Eyed Pea [avec Fergie] played Victoria last night. Just down the block from us, as a matter of fact. We could have given Fergie a ride to the venue.

I wonder if the Peas had to wait two hours and forty minutes to get on the ferry. I bet they had reservations. So, yeah… I saw Fergie on the ferry.