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My Second Long Weekend

This weekend was full of food and people and food and sun and food and celebration and, did I mention, food?

I hardly had time to be un-full, and certainly never got all the way to hungry between meals. Thankfully I came back to a nearly empty fridge, so today will be easy on my tummy. It needs to recalibrate.

Despite its prevalence, this weekend was not about food. It was about laughter and joy and had a bonus topping of sunshine. Lots and lots of sunshine. A sunny day in Vancouver is one of the most happy-making experiences. Add on coffee and lunch and parties with delightful friends, and it is no exaggeration to say that I couldn’t stop smiling all weekend long.

Some other notes and thoughts:

1. Lynsey found us the perfect place to stay in Vancouver: Point Grey Guest House. Book a room that is at the back of the house, off 10th Ave. Breakfasts were a legitimate highlight, with fresh fruit, yogourt, homemade baked goods and blackberry jam from berries picked across the street! Delightful hosts. Same price as a hotel, ten times homier.

2. Turns out I really love wearing dresses. I think this could become the Summer of The Dress. This is one of my new goals.

3. Someone asked me my favourite colour and I said, “Periwinkle or teal.” He said, “Those are really girly colours.” And I said, “Yep. I’m a girl.” I don’t know if those are actually my favourite colours, but I do like them a lot. And I like the words periwinkle and teal. I think my actual favourite colour is cream or some off-white variant. How boring is THAT.

4. I could spend hours lying in the grass with Kirsten, eating blueberries and feeling at rest.

5. I don’t like carob, and that’s why I need to trust my gut, even when I fear being high-maintenance. This small moment of epiphany is part of a larger life “turning-point,” as Kirsten identified it.

6. Some friendships are incredibly easy to fall back into. Especially when you are in touch through the phone. Phone calls with faraway friends are a beautiful thing. Eating a meal with those same friends is even better. And if the view is of the (strange and wonderful people at a) beach, or you're role-playing a 1920's murder mystery? Icing on top.

7. I know many great guys in Vancouver. Why did so little dating happen in my life when I lived there?? And why do I know so few quality men in Toronto? (If you’re a Toronto guy and you’re reading this, you’re quality. 95% guaranteed.)

8. Sometimes I like being in charge of parties, and sometimes it is a little stressful. But usually, everything works out just fine, and the little hiccups are hidden by the great fun people have.

9. Dan and Christina are finally married. “FINALLY” seemed to be the theme of the day. I love attending a wedding where the guests are fully and enthusiastically on board with the newlyweds. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a kiss get a partial standing ovation before.

10. I loved everything. Like I said, couldn’t stop smiling.

Comments

  1. 11. Sometimes you meet fun people at said parties and become instant friends.

    I always love being in charge of parties. I think that's why I kept coming to sit by you the other night, because I needed to know that things were under control :)

    I can't wait until we meet again! I'm glad we're twitter friends. Who knows, soon we'll be facebook friends!

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  2. nadine.

    yes to friends! and yep, everything was under control...although i had no idea how things would play out. it was a strange place. not fully in CONTROL, but definitely aware of what was going on and knowing more than others... anywho. it was fun.

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