embracing my inner weirdo

can i just say right now that i had the best weekend i’ve had in a long while? okay. i’m glad i got that out of my system. now i can go back to being angsty and complaining, right? no? damn. i’m too happy for that? shit. i hate it when when that happens.
i spent saturday out with my friend karen to celebrate her 50th birthday. i can hear some of you gasping. “50! that’s… OLD!” trust me, if you knew karen you’d have no idea that was her age. especially when we’re together. god, we really do act like a couple of teenagers. it’s great!
anyway, we met downtown, had a starbucks. walked around. had some lunch at the shogun noodle house on homer (at least i think it’s on homer. i should check because i really have to go back and try many more things from their menu). went to see madagascar at the big shiny new paramount theatre. walked around. went to london drugs (because no outing with keb would be complete without a trip to london drugs) to show her my future ibook. walked around. got a jubabooba juice thing and took the seabus back to north van. walked along the new promenade. fetched my car. drove up cypress mountain (where i almost broke a toe). went to the keg for dinner. and, twelve hours later, i dropped her back at home.
you know i was having a good time because i didn’t once complain about the heat.

weeks ago, my friend jim gave an assignment to those of us so digitally inclined. i’m very late handing it in, but this is my panorama homework above. it’s the view of north vancouver from the end of the new people space at the revamped burrard dry dock pier. it’s pretty freaking huge, in all senses of the word. please to be clicking for the verilarge version.