We set off at 6pm from North Van: our goal was to get to UBC. Well, it gets dark a bit earlier now, so we made it to 8th and Alma and then opted to head back as we didn't want to cycle in the dark so much. As we were cycling past the Mill Bistro, looking out across the water to see the North Shore mountains and the sun glancing off of the water, tourists milling about, boats moored, beautifully landscaped bike ways, I said to Michael "I hate it here. Vancouver is shitty". And we laughed...
Crossing back over the Lionsgate was as stunning as when we rode over it earlier. Looking out, past Deep Cove and the other way, past Stanley Park and beyond to Vancouver Island. We absolutely live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
We decided to head to West Van for dinner at the Village Taphouse. I will interject here that I am glad that I have reached a place in my life where I am happy to rock up into a trendy dining establishment in one of the most upscale neighbourhoods in Canada wearing MEC capris, a sweat stained AE shirt and a bike helmet, and to not care. It's a good place to be.
In stark contrast to last weekend's meal out, the Taphouse was excellent. The service was friendly, professional and spot on. Michael had a couple of beers, I had a couple of glasses of wine and we shared a bison burger and a salmon sandwich. I don't know if it was the almost three hour bike ride or what, but the food was absolutely outstanding. I highly recommend checking them out if you're in West Van. The patio is nice, while it's in season.
A slightly tipsy ride home, which of course would not be complete without fireworks. Seriously. I have no idea why there were fireworks tonight, but we caught them a few times on our way home and it was like the most corny and penultimate cap for what has been the best Friday ever.In other news, we're making more of a concerted effort to move out of Michael's rental place and into mine. This should, conceivably, happen by the end of October.
I have also registered for Boston based on my 2012 deferment and it is no small mind fuck to think I will be running Boston next year when currently my ankle hurts to touch it.
Lastly, I have shared with Michael the details of possible jewellery that I might like to acquire in the future. Like Avril Lavigne, I would like a 14 carat behemoth ring to celebrate our six month relationship. Oh wait, no: I'm not one of the nouveau riche. The fun thing about the ring I want is that I'd like it to be Moissanite.
Speaking of people needing much attention and adulation, I have agreed to go to a proper yoga class with Michael tomorrow. Should we get in, I have informed him that I will be wearing what I wear to all my yoga classes: antiquated MEC capris and a wine-stained t-shirt.
Fuck you, Lululemon.
I think it was the 3 hr bike ride that made the difference in your mealtime experience. Don't you know they were trying to serve you and get you out of there before you sweat stained the furniture and 'stunk' up the place. It works on the same premise as the hubby lighting up a cigarette in Home Depot to get service.
ReplyDeleteHa ha!! Please write another post in which you describe the horrified looks of your fellow Lululemon clad classmates. In fact, if you managed a couple of well timed wine & bison burps...I would be extremely amused. :D
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