I’ve done a lot of weird things.
Still do.
Not like, David Carradine weird, (what, too soon?), but random things that didn’t make a whole ton of sense at the time.
Like, oh, being honest with the guard at the Canadian border crossing above Detroit earlier this year.
This man had zero sense of humor. Me? I was happy. Road tripping with Kirsten Larsson once again, on our way to Toronto to shoot an engagement session for my dearest friends/partners in crime/bff’s Sarah and Adelle. Jacked up on coffee and beef jerky, excited to see what the heck a Tim Horton’s was. ( Donuts. Lossa donuts.)
And I distinctly remember while waiting in line to cross the border, busy hiding my crack pipes, 45 keys of cocaine, the unreleased Nickelback CD and the 2 dead bodies I’d brought along just in case I should need them (noooo, not really), Kirsten looked at me and said, ” Whatever you do, don’t start talking.”
” Who, me?”
” Yes. No jokes, no comments, we’re going to visit friends. That’s it.”
“But…..but…”
” Look at my face. I will kill you if you talk.”
” Yes ma’am.”
And so it’s our turn at the crossing. Did I mention I’d just gotten a passport a few weeks earlier? I did. And I of course thought this was relevant info to the nice man in the booth with the gun on his hip and scowl on his face.
Somewhere in between “What’s the purpose of your visit?” and ” You’ll need to pull to the right so they can pull everything out of your car, luggage, pockets, interrogate you, do a cavity search, and beat you mercilessly.”, I must’ve said something alarming. I’m not entirely sure what it would’ve been though. I remember I laughed a lot, maybe because the guy kept saying, “eh?”.
It was funny. Really.
A few hours on the road into Canada, Kirsten stopped hitting me and started talking to me again. It was a pretty good trip after that. Once we actually made it to Toronto, we met up with Sarah and Adelle, cruised around Toronto for their session, ended up at a really great brewpub for dinner, and ended the night with me mumbling something about my lucky shirt, Skype and funny looking Canadian currency.
We bid them goodbye the following morning, and headed on to Buffalo, NY for Kathy and Felipe’s wedding by way of Niagra Falls. Shot their wedding, then hopped back in the car and drove overnight back to Detroit to get Kirsten to the airport in time to catch an early flight.
A really great trip, some really great friends, and more Tim Horton’s Timbits than I can remember, though my waistline remembers them fondly.
Sincere thanks to Kirsten Larsson for enduring this trip with me, and lending her incredible photographical skills to this session.
Until next time, eh?
(See what I did there? *snort*)
I just wanted to get us over the border. LOL!!!! — After we did, it was a GREAT trip. As are all the trips I take with you mr.
Having you and Kirsten there to capture these pictures was amazing. You guys are amazing.
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