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Today was possibly my favourite Saturday of the year.

I know, it hasn't been a long run yet. But still. I slept in. I did laundry. I was creative (spurred on by my friends & a slight sense of envy, I am hoping to be more purposeful in doing some creative writing). I had a successful trip to the Metropolis at Metrotown.

Purchased: one specific sort of lightbulb for my new desk lamp. Two pairs of Costa Blanca pants for $10, regularly $40 each! One hoodie that has a nice design on it and won't pill in two months.

Wendy and I turned our trip into a full-day event, grabbing supper and watching 27 Dresses. A quite enjoyable chick-flick, although the theme of disastrous newspaper articles is a bit overdone.

The funniest moment of the day was on our way to the car in Metrotown's underground parkade. What's that on our left? There's someone sitting in the car? No wait! There are two people in that car. On the same seat? Oh wait...

Moral of the story: if you're going to make out in the front seat of a well-lit parkade, pick a spot more than ten spaces from the elevator.


Terra said…
sounds like a great day bethbeast - my saturday was pretty good as well. coming down with a cold sent me to bed early on friday night but that made for an early morning of cleaning my room (long overdue) and then watching a movie with Shelly and going off to church. :) good times. looking forward to enjoyable saturday's with you and wendy soon.
Daniel Ray said…
I for one vow allegiance to our front-seat making out in well-lit parkade overlords.


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