Van-cougar.

Oh, my.

I never really realize how much I hate it here until I go somewhere really fantastic. Vancouver, my friends, is very fantastic. Let me tell you about my roadtrip, yes?

We left a little behind scheddy on Sunday because I'm into sleeping and staying out late. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I slithered out of bed like, 15 minutes before we had to leave. And I hadn't packed anything. You see where I'm going with this. Good thing I drive it like I stole it: we made it to Vancouver in 4 hours.

The first stop was in Coquitlam at Ikea, obviously. There was so much to look at and fall in love with that I actually didn't end up purchasing anything. Weird, right? Plus line-ups were longer than certain run-on sentences I've constructed. Burn.

We wandered 'round downtown for a bit after we checked into our very sketchy hotel room. We stayed in a "courtyard suite"...$100. Not worth a single cent, but oh well - it'll be something to tell the grandkids. The beautiful thing about Vancouver is that every other store is XXX. I went to a 25 cent peepshow. Fuck gumballs and parking metres; my quarters are better spent. I also went to the largest HMV I've ever seen and counted a whopping 42 Starbuckses (sp?). How the hell do I make 'Starbucks' plural? I can't think right now.

Did I mention that I planned out my ideal life while I was chillin' in Van? Yeah, it goes like this: I move there and magically become an important person at the newspaper, have a charming boyfriend who works at EA Games/somewhere cool, and we live together in a ballin' Ikea-furnished apartment downtown with a sweet view of the skyline. Emily magically lives there too, and works at a design firm making ghetto amounts of money, too, and we meet for coffee everyday during our lunch breaks. My charming b-friend and I invite her and her charming b-friend over for dinner every Saturday night, and we play Scattergories and make Indian food.

I dare to dream.

I've gotta say, there really isn't anything like the ocean. I spent a few hours oceanside, and I just can't find the words to describe how I feel when I'm standing on the shore. It's bittersweet. Sigh.

Anywho, the verdict reached by this trip? I need to move. Soon.

kthxbye.

FMcG

P.S. Long-ass post. My bad.