Some things that are orange, one thing that is not....

Day two of my trip, I mostly only took pictures in this one little place called Cafe Butterfly. I might be able to find it again if I wander around a lot. But then again, probably not.

I really liked these two paintings. They were etched glass set over top of canvases. I thought the effect was beautiful. I apologise for all the glare.

My carrot juice. That was made to order.
So so tasty, so so bright.

These humans are not orange. Although, it turns out, one of them is apparently wearing orange.

And the moment noone's been waiting for!

Except for Meghan. I know this because she told me so.

I would like to apologise to [all four of] you that read this for my prolonged blogio silence. I have apologised thusly in the past, I know. This is an apology as much to myself as anyone else. I was just getting into the swing of updating this thing regularly, I had things to type about, it was good. And then I met Mr. B. I made some efforts for a couple of months to continue with the posts, and then suddenly, BAM nothing for nearly two months.

It turns out that having a boyfriend is way more distracting than I realised. That's mostly my excuse. In turn, Mr. B. has been neglecting many of his hobbies as well. This is something that we will manage to get back on track with once we actually move in together.

Which is anytime now. He starts paying rent here next month, but the necessary bedroom furnitures are going to start moving in this coming week, I think.

But this wasn't the moment noone except for Meghan has been waiting for. This is me finally posting pictures from my trip to Vancouver. You remember, the one that happened in April.

Here we go. Vancouver trip, Day One.

Food on the grill at Kobe, the Japanese restaurant we went to the first night that I was there. It was a lot of fun.

Five little [well, big] lobster tails, all in a row.

And a cool store display my father and I came across while walking around after dinner.

Photos from the following days to come later. Because I'm a brat. And also, I want to play video games now.

Also to come sometime in the next little while: comments about the new Serenity comic book mini-series, Indiana Jones, The Day Watch, Dead Fish, couches and having an X-box 360.

That list exists mostly to hold myself accountable to this blog for the next little while.

My brush with fame....

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.