The Lost Weekend, Part 6
Apr. 2nd, 2007 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesqAside from the Ale and Whores, Last night was the high point of my trip. It was the requisite trip to the Clubhouse with the Vancouver Peeps.
Before that, I had the run to Granville Island I blogged about earlier. This was followed by a walk around the Downtown Vancouver "square" (Granville/Robson/Denman/Davies), wherein I bought a few books.
By the end of running 45 minutes and walking two hours, my legs were pretty sore. I went back to the hotel room to read and managed about an hour of that before getting a call from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bognaustroglum. We met then went to twentieth to meet with the others, somejauntypolka, whiggy_one, and chris9871. We headed out to the clubhouse and had a nice quiet meal. I also did a wee amount of drinking. for me, a wee amount of drinking is more then enough. A strawberry colada and a Smirnoff ice later and I was feeling wheeee. I was literally seconds away from asking for the server's phone number. Thankfully I didn't. Last thing I need right now is rejection.
One noteworthy tale of my drunkeness: We were discussing Jeff's theory of celebrite marriages (so many people fantasize about sleeping with celebrites, that when two celebrites meet, the psychic tension is so great that they have to get together. The British example was Beck and Posh. North America would probably be Brangelina). I had a massive freudian slip, describing it as "fantasize about sleeping with the waitress". Naturally they all burst out laughing. There was no way I could could coverup or explain away that statement. Owning it was my only option.
The bad thing is that it was Sunday night and all my friends had to work Monday morning. We couldn't go as late as I'd have liked.
I had them drop me off at a theatre downtown and I went in to catch a movie. The only movie that I was willing to watch was Blades of Glory, but I was alone and comedies are best watched in groups. So I walked back to the hotel.
In the hotel I was still a little tipsy and ended up chatting withconejita_diabla over MSN. I also had a brainstorm - Death by Chocolate, which was a mere five blocks away. I had to find Mainland and Davies and couldn't because the damn intersection wasn't marked. I managed to spiral into it just in time to see the doors locked and the server cashing out. Damn. I ended up having a square and an iced chocolate at a local coffee shop. It was a good square though.
Before that, I had the run to Granville Island I blogged about earlier. This was followed by a walk around the Downtown Vancouver "square" (Granville/Robson/Denman/Davies), wherein I bought a few books.
By the end of running 45 minutes and walking two hours, my legs were pretty sore. I went back to the hotel room to read and managed about an hour of that before getting a call from
bognaustroglum. We met then went to twentieth to meet with the others, somejauntypolka, whiggy_one, and chris9871. We headed out to the clubhouse and had a nice quiet meal. I also did a wee amount of drinking. for me, a wee amount of drinking is more then enough. A strawberry colada and a Smirnoff ice later and I was feeling wheeee. I was literally seconds away from asking for the server's phone number. Thankfully I didn't. Last thing I need right now is rejection.One noteworthy tale of my drunkeness: We were discussing Jeff's theory of celebrite marriages (so many people fantasize about sleeping with celebrites, that when two celebrites meet, the psychic tension is so great that they have to get together. The British example was Beck and Posh. North America would probably be Brangelina). I had a massive freudian slip, describing it as "fantasize about sleeping with the waitress". Naturally they all burst out laughing. There was no way I could could coverup or explain away that statement. Owning it was my only option.
The bad thing is that it was Sunday night and all my friends had to work Monday morning. We couldn't go as late as I'd have liked.
I had them drop me off at a theatre downtown and I went in to catch a movie. The only movie that I was willing to watch was Blades of Glory, but I was alone and comedies are best watched in groups. So I walked back to the hotel.
In the hotel I was still a little tipsy and ended up chatting with
conejita_diabla over MSN. I also had a brainstorm - Death by Chocolate, which was a mere five blocks away. I had to find Mainland and Davies and couldn't because the damn intersection wasn't marked. I managed to spiral into it just in time to see the doors locked and the server cashing out. Damn. I ended up having a square and an iced chocolate at a local coffee shop. It was a good square though.
