I left for Vancouver on Tuesday afternoon after frantically scurrying around tying up some loose ends. And by “loose ends” I mean, getting my taxes done and hitting up the laundromat. I also welcomed my dear old friend from elementary school, Mr. James Evans, into my home as he took me up on my offer to crash at my pad while I’m away. Free of charge. DID YOU HEAR THAT, KARMA GODS?? But really, he deserves it and I adore him so, it was an easy choice :)
Anywho, the airport experience was typical. Tierney arrived not long after me, I was forced to pay $100 because my suitcase was overweight by 9lbs. It’s my own damn fault though, I didn’t actually pack a carryon. I just didn’t want to have to deal with it on the plane!! W.e. then Tierney was forced to throw away a hand cream her brothers had gotten her for christmas because it was over 100ml. Also her fault, I suppose, for not having packed it in her checked luggage. #firstworldproblems
We proceeded to chug an alcoholic beverage in the airport as they announced, “This is the final boarding call for flight 157 to Vancouver.” :/
After an enjoyable & boozy flight, we collected our luggage and snuck onto the sky train. A few stops later and I was met by a strange, yet familiar face - the devilishly handsome, recent proud owner of a 70’s porn stache, Nigel Willox - who gracefully dragged my suitcase back to his tiny house, where I had the pleasure of meeting his housemate, Maj - a stunning Danish woman with the kind of tragic love story that would give The Notebook a run for it’s money. (I secretly love how long that sentence is, but I hope it read well enough that you didn't notice it was a run on sentence)