CHEW-A-THON: Day FourSeptember 12th, 2009
Weird day. Thought I would be on a plane by noon, but in a moment of “sometimes abundance sucks” took my WRONG passport. You see, I am a Canerican… both Canuck and Yank, and I guess I just pulled my Canadian passport off the shelf this morning. No biggie, you say, Canadians are still welcome most places, and that’s true except that I let my maple passport expire in the last few years.
When I realize this screw-up at the Air Canada desk at LAX, I curse. I know exactly what this means. There’s no talking my way out of this one, no “can I use my license?” because the rules changed a few years back and the rules are the rules are the rules and I—as a half Canadian—should know that.
It meant a pretty big hassle, and because I’ve been chewing for the last few days, I was totally present for the hassle. I was present for the tears I shed in my car driving back home. Tears that cleaned me out of deeper, older stuff than I’d gathered just today. But I was also present for the denoument, the passing of chaos, and the wonderful nap I took at my apartment after three hours of stress.
I’m at the airport again, only this time I’ve made it past check-in. I’m $200 poorer, but I had a great day. I took myself to the beach, where every single sensation, from the sand rolling beneath my feet as I walked, to the salty water in my mouth, to the ridiculously strong push of a wave all… took me. I was theirs. It was beautiful. I went to dinner with a friend, where I chewed while he talked, and vice versa.
And now I’m flying to Toronto, to make it a truly International Chew-a-thon. And considering the Toronto film festival is going on right now, who knows how many celebs I’ll get signed up for the Big Chew?
P.S. Just discovered that the CHEW-A-THON is making the news!!