Do You Like Seafood?

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

LOCATION:  Vancouver, BC

WEATHER:  Overcast in the morning; then turned clear and sunny.

We started the day off right today; Mom made us a reeeeeal breakfast of taters, eggs, bacon and cheeeese toast.  This is obviously not what is depicted above - that'd be dinner.  But one meal at a time!

We decided to hold off on travelling to the island today and head over there tomorrow instead, so we figured we better actually go somewhere and do something today so as not to subject you all to the mind-numbing events that yesterday's blog held.

Once again, Mike opted out, so it was just Dad, Mom and I who ventured off to... GRANVILLE ISLAND!  After the recommendations by quite a few of our friends to go check it out, we figured why the hell not and set out with directions in hand.  It's always fun when you're relying solely on Google to get you to your destination and Dad asks if you can go this way or that instead and you have no freakin' clue because you have no idea where you are and "THAT'S ALL THAT GOOGLE SAYS!"  Dad:  "Just write it on a 2x4 and whack me with it."  But eventually, after Mom almost wretched her guts out at each stop light and Dad offered to duct tape her head to the head rest to lessen the motion, we arrived at (Dad:) "the freaking zoo" and found a place to park after touring the whole thing eight times.  It was a really cute little place with shops and restaurants and performers everywhere you looked.  Mom and Dad stocked up on some smoked salmon, shrimp, and lobster and we picked up some fresh corn on the cob and potatoes from the Public Market to comprise the gloriousness that is the dinner pictured above.

Before heading home, we stopped for some drinks and wings at Bridges, a restaurant overlooking the harbour (although Dad sneakily opted to eat the smoked salmon he'd purchased previously instead - Waitress:  "How is everything?"  Us:  "Great."  Waitress leaves.  Dad: "But this chicken sure looks a lot like salmon! Hehehehe.")  We were lucky enough to be seated one table away from the self-professed GREATEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD.  The level of her voice made tuning her out impossible, so we learnt all about how dynamic and motivated she is, and how all her friends think she's just so hilarious and "You've just got to hear this story about when I flew first class to Europe to go backpacking." Dad was ready to turn around and give her a piece of his mind, but I threatened to flee the scene, bulldozing over everything in my way to avoid it if he did, so he bit his tongue.  After finally making our way back during rush hour (and playing 'Spot the Cheater in the Carpool Lane' to pass the time) we returned to Mike and our humble abode and chowed down on all the delicious purchases of the day.

We spent the evening as per usual, with TV time and the like, and admiring the sleek machine that our new noobours pulled up in - an Airstream Excello 1000.  Google that shit.  Mike:  "I LOVE THAT!!!"  It is pretty sweet.  Not that we repeatedly tried to peek through their blinds to see inside or anything.

The night was particularly memorable for me as I burnt the crap out of my leg... ironing.  I have literally burnt myself every single time I've used the iron on this trip because I'm real swift that way, but last night was the Mother Mary of all burns so I have officially retired and will spend the rest of this trip wrinkled.  I had the petite ironing board set up on the bed and was sitting criss-cross applesauced behind it, ironing and watching TV until I moved half an inch without holding onto the iron and it fell off and landed on my leg. My own built in souvenir.  JEALOUS?

Tomorrow we head for the island and Aunt Sylvie!

Letting the good times roll,