Vancouver Days 1 & 2
The first of my Vancouver entries!
You can read about Saturday at this post that I made at the hostel.
After that I went to bed at about 11PM-ish, pretty wiped. Dad called at 11:30, waking up all roommates. o_O After that the phone was put on "silent" for a majority of the trip, especially sleeping times.
Sunday morning I woke up with my roommates at 7:30ish. (It's an unspoken rule that the first person to get up in a hostel unconsciously sets the wake-up for all roommates.) Got breakfast, then set out on my way walking over the Granville Bridge to Granville Island that opened at 9AM. It's an island that was connected to the mainland; it now contains a market, restaurants, theaters, and all sorts of goodies. Walking up to it, I was surprised and glad to see the banner for The Number 14, a play I saw two years ago that has Kristian Ayre in it. That was immediately put on my to-do list, especially since I read at the theater door that it may be the last run of it. But that's a tale for Thursday...
I wandered around the glorious market for a while, looking at stores, shops, whatever, until it was lunchtime. I bought lunch and wandered outside overlooking False Creek, just in time to get the attention of a magician calling for watchers. It looked like a show, and he had a charming British accent, so I sat down. It was where I was going to sit, anyway...
He got through the majority of his act and then called for volunteers. Knowing me as the one that actually sat down at his call, he asked me to come help perform his dangerous trick: finding a spike under cups. Warily leaving my purse behind, I came up to his stage and was strung along, being the best assistant I could without looking too enthusiastic. He asked the usual, where was I from, my age, was I single (a bit of stage humor). I had to hold my hand over the cup with him while he pressed it down on not one but two of them, a bit startled.
As we got down to the last cup, he began saying how he would crush it on his head, and it would of course be my fault if he were to die by way of impaling. As he begins the trick, he points to his cheek and says gimme a kiss, "for luck". Now, if you write gullible on the ceiling, I won't look up, but my general nature is a trusting one, so I lean in for it.
He turns his head. I get a kiss on the lips from an English magician.
I jump back quite surprised, and a good portion of the audience laughs at my naivety. I only blush a bit as he turns back to the deadly spike trick, pushing it against his head and, of course, living in the end. I am allowed to go back to my seat, and he goes into his ending spiel of "this is what I do for a living so give me some money". Being poor, I give him a bit less than his asking price ($2 instead of $5) and figure that I helped him enough. He was a charmer. And his name was Owen!
I decided to wander down to where the AquaBus driver pointed out. He had gone to VFS, and we talked about that for a bit. He worked on the Air Bud movies, haha. I decided to go the rather long way and walk along the beach. Waiting for Katie to get off work left me wandering like a, well, wanderer. I tend to wander when I get bored in a city, so I walked quite a long way and then came back up 4th Ave, which was the street he told me about. Katie called and we arranged dinner plans; she also kindly helped me find a bus line back so I didn't have to walk the way I came. I'd say I walked at least 5 miles, if not more.
I went out to sushi with Katie, and it was all very delicious! There was a mix-up in the meal and we ordered way too much (I didn't know "assorted" was the chef's choosing, and so I picked mine but he thought I was ordering them), but Katie loves sushi and we pretty much ate it all. We started to walk down to a local bar when... my stomach started hurting like a crazy. We sat down at the place anyway, talked for a bit, then decided it would be best if I went back early. We were waiting for Trevor (Katie's boyfriend) to come pick us up when I realized what I did. It was the avocado. T_T We had eaten California rolls at dinner. My stomach has taken to hating avocado, so almost every time I eat sushi (or guac from Chipotle) my stomach hurts big time. So I was able to get home and felt better relatively quickly, but it was no fun in the mean time.
Got to bed at a decent hour and was eagerly awaiting the next day!
Geez, did I type enough? Anyway, gotta get up early tomorrow. I'm helping Kristy and her mom with chocolate sales. Tomorrow night is the 5-year reunion for my high school; we're going to a restaurant. It's hard to believe that it's been 5 years. I'm expecting everyone to be the same and different, like me. Like I tweeted, the ugly blemish on my face couldn't have come at a worse time. T_T But oh, well, what can you do?
You can read about Saturday at this post that I made at the hostel.
After that I went to bed at about 11PM-ish, pretty wiped. Dad called at 11:30, waking up all roommates. o_O After that the phone was put on "silent" for a majority of the trip, especially sleeping times.
Sunday morning I woke up with my roommates at 7:30ish. (It's an unspoken rule that the first person to get up in a hostel unconsciously sets the wake-up for all roommates.) Got breakfast, then set out on my way walking over the Granville Bridge to Granville Island that opened at 9AM. It's an island that was connected to the mainland; it now contains a market, restaurants, theaters, and all sorts of goodies. Walking up to it, I was surprised and glad to see the banner for The Number 14, a play I saw two years ago that has Kristian Ayre in it. That was immediately put on my to-do list, especially since I read at the theater door that it may be the last run of it. But that's a tale for Thursday...
I wandered around the glorious market for a while, looking at stores, shops, whatever, until it was lunchtime. I bought lunch and wandered outside overlooking False Creek, just in time to get the attention of a magician calling for watchers. It looked like a show, and he had a charming British accent, so I sat down. It was where I was going to sit, anyway...
He got through the majority of his act and then called for volunteers. Knowing me as the one that actually sat down at his call, he asked me to come help perform his dangerous trick: finding a spike under cups. Warily leaving my purse behind, I came up to his stage and was strung along, being the best assistant I could without looking too enthusiastic. He asked the usual, where was I from, my age, was I single (a bit of stage humor). I had to hold my hand over the cup with him while he pressed it down on not one but two of them, a bit startled.
As we got down to the last cup, he began saying how he would crush it on his head, and it would of course be my fault if he were to die by way of impaling. As he begins the trick, he points to his cheek and says gimme a kiss, "for luck". Now, if you write gullible on the ceiling, I won't look up, but my general nature is a trusting one, so I lean in for it.
He turns his head. I get a kiss on the lips from an English magician.
I jump back quite surprised, and a good portion of the audience laughs at my naivety. I only blush a bit as he turns back to the deadly spike trick, pushing it against his head and, of course, living in the end. I am allowed to go back to my seat, and he goes into his ending spiel of "this is what I do for a living so give me some money". Being poor, I give him a bit less than his asking price ($2 instead of $5) and figure that I helped him enough. He was a charmer. And his name was Owen!
I decided to wander down to where the AquaBus driver pointed out. He had gone to VFS, and we talked about that for a bit. He worked on the Air Bud movies, haha. I decided to go the rather long way and walk along the beach. Waiting for Katie to get off work left me wandering like a, well, wanderer. I tend to wander when I get bored in a city, so I walked quite a long way and then came back up 4th Ave, which was the street he told me about. Katie called and we arranged dinner plans; she also kindly helped me find a bus line back so I didn't have to walk the way I came. I'd say I walked at least 5 miles, if not more.
I went out to sushi with Katie, and it was all very delicious! There was a mix-up in the meal and we ordered way too much (I didn't know "assorted" was the chef's choosing, and so I picked mine but he thought I was ordering them), but Katie loves sushi and we pretty much ate it all. We started to walk down to a local bar when... my stomach started hurting like a crazy. We sat down at the place anyway, talked for a bit, then decided it would be best if I went back early. We were waiting for Trevor (Katie's boyfriend) to come pick us up when I realized what I did. It was the avocado. T_T We had eaten California rolls at dinner. My stomach has taken to hating avocado, so almost every time I eat sushi (or guac from Chipotle) my stomach hurts big time. So I was able to get home and felt better relatively quickly, but it was no fun in the mean time.
Got to bed at a decent hour and was eagerly awaiting the next day!
Geez, did I type enough? Anyway, gotta get up early tomorrow. I'm helping Kristy and her mom with chocolate sales. Tomorrow night is the 5-year reunion for my high school; we're going to a restaurant. It's hard to believe that it's been 5 years. I'm expecting everyone to be the same and different, like me. Like I tweeted, the ugly blemish on my face couldn't have come at a worse time. T_T But oh, well, what can you do?