This past Sunday I had the joy of attending Word On the Street in Vancouver for the second time. It was a bit of a hassle getting there, as the transit system in Nanaimo on Sunday seems to be scheduled specifically to impede one’s ability to get anywhere. I walked to the ferry terminal from my apartment, and felt powerful when I made it there 17 minutes faster than Google Maps insisted I would. Of course, Google Maps does not officially endorse jaywalking, or back alleys.
On the ferry I met up with several lovely Creative Writing ladies, including Kaitlyn Till, whose own post about this event will likely be less rambling and more informative than my own. We staked our claim on a group of eight seats, which was not enough to contain us all. Of course, ten women are going to make a lot of noise, and more than a few of the other ferry passengers gave up on sitting near to us.
And then, of course, came the bus. We got off a stop too soon, but luckily the route was a straight line. None of us minded the extra two block’s walk. Our very first destination was the Information Tent, where we picked up our $20 cloth bags complete with Treasure Hunt Tags, which meant that we could fill these bags with every student’s dream: Free Stuff.
And off we went. After fueling up on sushi, Kaitlyn and I began our trek. We hit up, most notably (for me), the booths for OCW Magazine, Geist, and Prism. We loaded up on copies of these magazines, and others, as well as paperbacks. There were, of course, Official Booksellers, but the huge neon red “RENT” flashing in my head kept me from perusing too seriously.
Of course, my school had a booth there as well. We stopped by, and I got a picture of the school newspaper:
This is the paper my boyfriend writes for! I’m guessing that if you are reading this blog you go to my school, and therefore should be reading The Navigator already. If not, you should start.
We stopped only for lunch (a bucket of fries, for me) and took in the local scenery. By which I mean our gorgeous waitress. After lunch we were off again, stopping only to rearrange out loot in order to reduce the amount of pain our poor shoulders were in.
We had a few moments to check out the book reading featuring Susan Juby, an author as well as one of our professors. She read from her memoir, Nice Recovery. We unfortunately had to duck out right after, missing the Asking Questions portion of the reading, in order to catch a bus. And then it was on to a ferry where we once more scoped out seats. In the Way Things Go, the ride back was longer and less pleasant than the ride there. But of course, next year will bring another Word on the Street, and new adventures. For now, I get to relax, rest my aching shoulders, and sift through my enormous pile of swag. Homework be damned.