I've just returned from an island sojourn. The weather was wonderful; I saw whales!, admired a bat hibernaculum and an obese sea otter, and watched other people eat sushi. We also passed a woman posing for wedding pics in the middle of Stanley Park, which was a little strange because the pathway was crowded, man. I don't necessarily think I'd like having spandex-clad rollerbladers in the background of my wedding photos.
And guess what? In a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Greek diner, the head chef from C Restaurant was cooking lamb slouvaki. Out of necessity, he was opening up this small offshoot until they could hire more staff. He fed me free pastry, recommended the best places to eat in Victoria, and looked up directions to a local pub on his iPhone. He also talked about sustainable seafood for a good long while, which was interesting and informative and slightly scary.
Last night there was more country music than I've ever heard...ever, so it's currently being counteracted with a good dose of James Keelaghan. Nobody rode the mechanical bull.
The roommate left to get gas for her sister's car a good two hours ago, and hasn't been seen since.
On the Reading List: Downtown Owl, by Chuck Klosterman. Also the author of:
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