I've been in Vancouver since Friday, visiting with my father and stepmother and brother.
We're staying at the Pacific Palisades on Robson/Jervis. Its probably the nicest hotel I've ever stayed in. I want to take the pillows home with me. If my luggage weren't so small, I'd probably be working on that rather than typing right now.
Saturday and Sunday we went for breakfast at a restaurant across from our hotel.
Yesterday, I had to run out to grab the umbrella from my room [that got used as a cane on our walk about on Granville Island, but that's not the point of this story], and at the door of O'Doul's was a group of gentlemen, two of whom looked familiar. So familiar, that I had my hand half raised to wave and the syllables for an uncertain hello in my throat. When I realised....
I've never met Robb and Lewis. I've only seen photos of them plastered all over Jim's Blog. They haven't been featured in photos in a while, but none the less, I recognised them from photos on a website.
Had I been thinking, I would have greeted them and told them what was going on at the door when I saw them, because I think getting a photo of them would have been awesomely fun. But by the time it occured to me [and I got back to the restaurant], they were already sitting and perusing menus. I had a crazy image running through my head of running up to the table like some crazed fan and gushing over how fantastic meeting them was. I also realised that these people don't know me and that it would probably only have been funny to me.