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Wee Trip to Vic & Van, Part 2
Oct. 7th, 2006 11:25 pmI got to Victoria all right, but I seem to have injured myself and I don't know how it happened. My left thigh is fucking sore and I'm walking with a limp that would make Gregory House proud.
I was fine this morning. It started to get a little tight on the bus ride to Tsawwassen. During the Ferry trio it got a little worse. When I caught the bus into Downtown Victoria it had become downright painful. It was like one "cable" in my rear thigh muscle was spasming. Not the whole muscle mind you, just one "cord". It loosened up slightly when I walked to the hotel from the bus stop and I thought that was all I would need to do. Take a little walk, get a good night's sleep and I'd be right as rain.
Nope. I went to Syn restaurant and it got to the point where It was actually painful to walk and I was noticeably limping.
As an aside, Syn wasn't so hot either. Oh the food was as good as I remembered it, but the kitchen staff was short so it took forever to get everything. To top it off, as the sun went down my table dropped to about ten degrees and I was freezing my ass off. I finally tracked down my server (the stunningly adorable Danielle, who was friendly and apologetic about the negative circumstances) and she reseated me in a brighter, warmer part of the restaurant.
Turns out the restaurant was broken into the night before, through a top window that happened to be immediately above my table. The thieves absconded with a few armfuls of liquor and managed to not get caught despite the near constant presence of Victoria's finest on Yates Street where the restaurant (and more importantly, the restaurant's skylight) is located.
I did almost get twice the meal for the price though. The manager came by and served me my tapas and main course. After I finished it, Danielle came by with my tapas and main course. Whoops! Being honest I didn't take it. I could have though, on account the serving sizes are fairly small.
Finally I ordered the carrot cake for dessert. Having had it before I know it's a really good carrot cake. Better, even, then the mythical Moxies' carrot cake. And like the mythical Moxies' carrot cake, they were sold out. The manager once again and said "any other dessert, on the house" so I got the apple pie. It was good, but not as good as the carrot cake.
It took so long to get everything that I completely missed any chance of seeing the play I was going to check out after dinner. I hobbled back to the hotel and ended up watching The Emperor's New Groove instead.
I've got a race tomorrow and I have no idea if I'll be able to compete or not. If the leg is still sore I'll probably skip it, which will be supremely disappointing since it's the whole point of my visit.
Maybe I'll get a massage. God knows I need one in the worst way.
Fuck.
I was fine this morning. It started to get a little tight on the bus ride to Tsawwassen. During the Ferry trio it got a little worse. When I caught the bus into Downtown Victoria it had become downright painful. It was like one "cable" in my rear thigh muscle was spasming. Not the whole muscle mind you, just one "cord". It loosened up slightly when I walked to the hotel from the bus stop and I thought that was all I would need to do. Take a little walk, get a good night's sleep and I'd be right as rain.
Nope. I went to Syn restaurant and it got to the point where It was actually painful to walk and I was noticeably limping.
As an aside, Syn wasn't so hot either. Oh the food was as good as I remembered it, but the kitchen staff was short so it took forever to get everything. To top it off, as the sun went down my table dropped to about ten degrees and I was freezing my ass off. I finally tracked down my server (the stunningly adorable Danielle, who was friendly and apologetic about the negative circumstances) and she reseated me in a brighter, warmer part of the restaurant.
Turns out the restaurant was broken into the night before, through a top window that happened to be immediately above my table. The thieves absconded with a few armfuls of liquor and managed to not get caught despite the near constant presence of Victoria's finest on Yates Street where the restaurant (and more importantly, the restaurant's skylight) is located.
I did almost get twice the meal for the price though. The manager came by and served me my tapas and main course. After I finished it, Danielle came by with my tapas and main course. Whoops! Being honest I didn't take it. I could have though, on account the serving sizes are fairly small.
Finally I ordered the carrot cake for dessert. Having had it before I know it's a really good carrot cake. Better, even, then the mythical Moxies' carrot cake. And like the mythical Moxies' carrot cake, they were sold out. The manager once again and said "any other dessert, on the house" so I got the apple pie. It was good, but not as good as the carrot cake.
It took so long to get everything that I completely missed any chance of seeing the play I was going to check out after dinner. I hobbled back to the hotel and ended up watching The Emperor's New Groove instead.
I've got a race tomorrow and I have no idea if I'll be able to compete or not. If the leg is still sore I'll probably skip it, which will be supremely disappointing since it's the whole point of my visit.
Maybe I'll get a massage. God knows I need one in the worst way.
Fuck.
