Lower Mainland
February 7th, 2010
For me, gushing about Vancouver has become a cliche. Since moving there for the first time four years ago, my prattlings about the city have made up a sizable chunk of the content on this blog. But there’s a very good reason.
Vancouver is a bit like my disneyland. It’s filled with the sights, smells, and sounds I love. The people in it seem relaxed and there’s certainly excitement in the air because of the Olympics. There’s no chaos, no discontent even in the busiest of streets (I’m looking at you Robson). And I’m always there with friends.
My 48 hour trip this weekend was no exception and the guest appearances were many. Lunch with Cloe, dinner, drinks, and dancing with Kevin, Shannon, and Jeff. I finally got to try The Salt Tasting Room and the Lamplighter seems to have adopted the half-alive crowd for our benefit. I wandered the downtown streets with Cloe and Gage parting the crowds, managed to catch up for a few hours with Dan and Paula and the latest addition to their family, and then capped off the night over beers with James, Davin, and Kerr. Special thanks to Kevin for being the most gracious of hosts and putting up with me for the weekend. And the weather was unseasonable perfect, with some familiar drizzle to send me off this afternoon.
When I took my job, I promised myself to get back to Vancouver in 2010. Unfortunately, things in San Francisco are going well enough that I may not be able to keep it. But my occasional pilgrimages remind me that the date is still out there, marked with a red circle on some future calendar of mine and I’m damn excited for its arrival.
The universe is a figment of its own imagination....
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