I went to Vancouver and I'm happy with how the whole thing went down: I sat in the ferry's private (i.e. peaceful) lounge on the way to Vancouver; I almost finished my very first crossword puzzle with a lot of help from Lydia and a little bit from Ben (I only had hard clues left at that point in the trip); I had a wheat-free, dairy-free picnic with Lydia, Brie and Sarah R and was shocked to hear that Brie hadn't been in Queen E park since she was a little girl; I ate Bert's pancakes with Michael; I didn't buy a cupcake from Picnic because Uncle Bruce made chocolate cupcakes with Irish Cream icing that filled my craving; I scoured every store on Main Street with Cheryl; I may have overstayed my welcome at Motherland (that Main Street clothing store I worked at briefly); I ate triple threat (cheap, big, good) sushi with Marla, Lydia and Kelly at some late hour; I slept in three different beds; I hung out with some cats; I sneezed a lot; I fell asleep on a city bus; AND I met Jen on the ferry and ate drive-thru fries in her mom's car on the way home.
The only bad part was the mega-construction/road work. Main Street smells like tar. Cambie Street looks like Armageddon. The insides of the city were exposed on Granville Street, but that actually looked pretty cool:
If you want to see a few pictures with people in them, I'm trying to get back on the Flickr train; check out the link over there on the right side of the screen. Mom, it's at the bottom of the list of links.
Today I started my first unofficial day of work (my first official day in the office is next Monday), and my first task involves compiling trivia about BC for a website database. Did you know that in 1890, Nelson was the biggest city between Vancouver and Winnipeg? True story. I love how a full-time job feels like a holiday after that last semester of school. My four-day work-week fantasy almost seems unnecessary right this minute.
