I was up in northern Washington house hunting last week. Since the friend I was staying with lives in Birch Bay, a mere hop to the border, we decided to catch a film in Langly, B.C. Now, living in L.A. I don’t have much use for a passport. But with the heightened security at the border I had to bring some form of ID. I had my California driver’s license, of course. And I had my pilot’s license and airman’s medical certificate. I couldn’t find my Social Security card, but I did find an unofficial stamped metal one so I brought that. Finally, I had my passport that expired back in 1987.
I thought the border crossing was going as well as usual (before, all I’d needed was my D.L.), but we were directed to Immigration. We stood in line, and the guy before us (whom I believe was Canadian) was being a real prick to the very attractive girl of Indian descent who was the border agent. We got up to the counter and my friend had some explaining to do because of past problems at the border, but they were convinced he wasn’t trying to sneak in. The woman (unfortunately, not the cute girl) glanced at my expired passport and saw that I’m a native Californian, and we were on our way.
Langly (or is it Langley?) is a confusing town. I think the streets and buildings change around when we’re not looking. We were already late for the film when we left the border, but we had hopes of catching a later show. We finally found the stealth cinemas, only to find that the film we’d come to see was not playing. Bugger! So we decided to get something to eat. We drove around looking for a Japanese restaurant with no success. We were about to have some Greek food when I saw a place that had “Maki” in the name across the street. Turned out it was a Japanese restaurant run by Koreans. Not a very extensive suchi menu, but what we got (California rolls, salmon rolls, beef teriyaki and kimchee) was quite good.
We headed back to the border in my friend’s white serial killer van dreading an ordeal getting back to the States. The border guard asked us the usual questions. He looked at my D.L. and then said to my friend, “You brought a Californian with you? I thought that was illegal!” We were through the checkpoint in less than a minute.
Needless to say, I’m going to get a new passport as soon as I have the time.