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Day 2 & 3 in Van
02.25.05 (12:26 pm)   [edit]

So we drive off and get to his appartment.  It's really cool and big and there's artwork all over and a bunny and a kitty and a puppy!  I had lots of things to snuggle with and my choice of three couches to sleep on!
That evening, we were invited to Anna's place for supper.  We had potatoes, sausage and yams.  I've never had yams before, but apparently they are a Vancouver staple.  I met Anna's girlfriend, Sielous (I think that's how its spelled) who is super cool.  I don't remember how many times I nodded off that day, but it was a lot. 
We didn't do much on Wednesday.  Fin had to drive a friend to an appt, so I had the place to myself.  Procrastinated about working on my essay and ended up playing mah jong until Fin got home.  Then we went out for a walk.  Found some neat stuff, went and had eggs benny at a greasy spoon and then we hit a market and bought some fruit and groceries and stuff.  We kept running into people that Fin knows, so we stopped and chatted and stuff.  Then I discovered that I had lost $80.00 from my wallet somewhere between the greasy spoon and the last coffee shop we were at.  Crappy!!
At least the weather was gorgeous.





Thursday morning I woke up with a GYNORMOUS headache.  It was so bad that I was considering going to see a doctor.  I popped some pills.  Then I popped some more.  Then we went for a hike!!
It was soooo beautiful!!  Big huge trees, moss all over them, hanging from the branches.  We followed the river which consisted of the clearest water I've ever seen.  We checked out the suspension bridge and saw a few waterfalls and eventually made our way out of the woods about three hours later.  My headache was gone by then, but my muscles were quiverin', so I suggested we find a sauna. 
"Oh, there's one on Hastings street." says Fin.  Great!!  We'll meet Anna there at 7:00, after supper.  So we go to this place called The Carnegie.  It's basically a rich man's soup kitchen.  We found a place to park down in China Town and walked past numerous people lounging in various places on the sidewalk.  In we go.
Up to the second floor where we aquired a three-dollar meal of wild salmon, brown rice, yams, homemade bread and a torte.  Mmmmm.  It was actually really nummy.  Then we met Anna. 
We walk into this really sketchy front area.  The desk runns almost the full length of the room and is made of very old dark wood with fancy mouldings.  There are chalk boards on the wall behind it and a peg board with about 20 keys with cheap plastic key tags tied to them with string.  A man comes out and gets us to sign in.  He takes our money, gives us each a sheet and a towel, and leads us into the back.  We are given two rooms with a door at each end.  Two small cots sit against each side wall and there is a small shelf supporting a fan with a mirror suspended above it.  The room is decorated with a replica painting that has been signed by various previous patrons. 
A few minutes later, I emerge through the second door with my flimsy sheet wrapped around me, into a large room with a shower in it.  The door of the second "change" room also connects to this shower.  To the left of this room is a cedar door behind which voices float out to me.  So I go right in.
There sit Fin and Anna chatting animatedly while squirting eucaliptus water on the rocks.  I can see the wood is splintering off the benches and the walls have been repaired...though not very well.  We enjoy our sauna anyhow.  Once in a while, one of us would pop out and cool off under the shower.  Needless to say, by the time we got out of there, we were all trying vainly to cover ourselves beneath our transparent white sheets.  Now....I really tried not to look at Fin at all...but I accidently saw his butt.  I'm disturbed. Anyhow...now that I've got that off my chest, I can talk myself into believing that my brother has no butt.  No butt at all.


No butt.
No butt.
My brother has no butt.
La la la...  :)

 


posted by: mud (reply)
post date: 02.25.05 (3:58 pm)

now she makes fun of my butt. nice, real nice.



posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 02.25.05 (10:12 pm)

Reply to: mud

Awww, muffin!
It was either your butt or mine...and we don't want it getting out...what happened with mine, do we? LOL



posted by: JmcV (reply)
post date: 02.26.05 (4:20 am)

Reply to: SNEEVIL
oh dear god no

not another barnacle butt incident!!

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