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ok - the quick and dirty cliff's notes from my weekend:
thursday: leave work early, drive to vancouver. pick up easter candy for my friends. go to friend #1's house. have dinner. listen to her tell a story about a stressful situation involving a married man who has a crush on her. for 2 hours and 19 minutes (yes. i timed.)
friday: got up early. apparently am going to work with said friend #1. wasn't planning on this. i drive because she refuses to pick up my sister along the way. am getting annoyed. hang out at her work but can't blog or anything because she's seriously restricted. she counts bacteria. i read CNN. and play with e.coli.
pick up my sister - go to vancouver aquarium. name drop my friend the sea lion trainer's name and get in for free - all three of us. friend #1 is complaining because it's busy (yeah. it's spring break and a long weekend. kids everywhere. but it's FREE and AWESOME.) my sister and i have fun. she appears to have fun, despite all the kids (hates kids.) we watch the belugas, seals, dolphins, see some awesome frogs, jellyfish, all sorts of awesome things, because the vancouver aquarium is just plain awesome. oh, and a sea otter fellating itself. excellent.
go to the beach with my new backpack:
ok, not mine. for my niece. but i kind of wish it were - like rita in arrested development, i too may be a MRF)
go shopping along main street. buy awesome dress and awesome shirt. go to awesome funky stores. spent too much awesome money. but support local stores and local designers, so, awesome.
apparently friend #1 has made plans with other friends, plans for all of us. cool, because i really like these friends. not cool because she's refusing to go to the restaurant my sister and i had planned on going to. my sister is getting pissed with all the attitude and flat out says we're fucking going. so, we go down to commercial to my FAVORITE restaurant, rinconcito salvadorino, where we have yummy pupusas and tortilla soup and dos XX. she complains. cool friends love it. she pouts.
ditch friend #1 for a while. drive to my sister's place and take a wrong turn. drive down denman (male prostitute central) turn around and come back. sometime in the last 2.5 minutes someone has careened onto the sidewalk and creamed a pedestrian. fire and ambulance are already there. what the fuck? so we detour and drink wine with my sister near gayville in her apartment.
drinking wine, hear an explosion. i go out on the balcony. there is smoke, and fire from around the corner. a car has caught fire and exploded. dial 911. run to check out the action. disappointing, as the firemen have it mostly out, but exciting, because firemen are hot. the car was in the middle of the intersection, so the poor bastard must have had to run the fuck away. sadly, i did not have my camera ready. go pick up grumpy friend at cool friend's condo, drink beer, eat PC apple crisp (pretty good) and watch italian porn.
drive grumpy friend #1 home and go straight to bed.
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