Since people are wondering if I was bit by Edward and now living in the PNW as Bella's Sister-Wife, I thought I should stop by and say I survived Forks...or Forks survived me. I don't know which, but I'm back...and sorting through my 569 photos of my #FORKS2011 trip. I'm trying to decide how to post them and give you guys the full story without boring you to death with a major pic spam. So, I've decided to break them up into several blog posts. This first one consists of pictures from my iPhone. We all know that the real story is on the iPhone. You take pics with your iPhone (or other smart phone) that you wouldn't/didn't/shouldn't/couldn't take with your regular camera.
Think of these next few pictures as my personal Public Service Announcement for traveling to Forks.
Plan to *squeeeeee* a lot at road signs. I don't know what it is...just the tangible fact that you're in the land of Twitardia or what, but it initiates this frenzy...you really lose all control.
Go to Sully's. They give you fangs with your Bella Burger and/or your Twilight Punch. BUT be careful. Fangs lead to hours of ridiculousness...and you could get black listed at Sully's. I'm guess mine and Jiff's names are on there..."those that shall never be allowed to dine here again...from henceforth..." or something like that.
Frisking is what? Good. Right. Do it. LOTS. And document it. You'll thank yourself later. And the weird dude in the parking lot will thank you too. I was wondering if perhaps they have a surveillance camera set up to catch all the shenanigans that take place in the parking lot of the Forks Chamber of Commerce?
Go to the Cullen House...right next door to the Chamber of Commerce, if for nothing else than to participate in more shenanigans in Carlisle's Office...and take cheesy pictures in front of the graduation caps. And the dude that runs the joint is really nice...and they have a pretty white kitty (so, heads up if you're allergic).
EVERYONE capitalizes on Steph's little story...and I mean EVERYONE...from the Forks Hospital to the little shack that sells firewood on your way out of town (Twilight Firewood...really?! I highly doubt it was called that prior to 2008.)
Re-enact as many scenes as possible. Come on. When else will you be able to just walk to the edge of a forest with a cardboard Edward and say "say it...out loud" and your friends just laugh hysterically with you?! Let me tell you. NEVER. So, take advantage of your location.
(while watching Twilight in our motel room that morning, we decided that this is how the "Distract Me" scene should have went down.)
If you run across a wooden lumberjack in the Forks Motel parking lot, it is NOT mounted properly. Leg hitch with caution...especially while intoxicated.
Don't poop in The Hoh. It's frowned upon.
Wherever you are...driving down the 101, venturing out into the Olympic National Forest, cruising through La Push...HONK FOR DEER. It's crucial.
We've found that they are quite lethargic and just asking to be hit. So, do your good deed for the day and save a deers life. It could be Edward's next meal.
This concludes my PSA for today.
No Pocket Edwards or deer were harmed during these events. However, a wooden lumberjack may be a tad bit more unstable.
I'll be back soon with more pics. You're excited aren't you? I can tell.
I'm linking up today with the awesomely funny Impuslive Addict and Seriously Shawn for their Talk 2 Us Tuesday! You should too...no rules, just fun!
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