whilst I wait for steve to return from the vancouver public library’s bathroom, a quick update.
as the more observant of readers may have already guessed, I’m in vancouver. the one in canada. there’s one in washington, too, but it’s way less cool. so far the trip has been pretty much awesome, even considering how damn expensive
alcohol things are here in the frigid north.
a list, for I am too lazy to write things out paragraph-style:
- the Negroni = my favorite drink ever. It pairs the classiness of classic cocktails without the obviousness of martinis, old-fashions, etc. and it tastes good, to boot. $9 is a small price to pay for sophistication, I feel.
- It’s cold. I like that. I can wear winter clothing without being overheated and overdressed.
- strip clubs close too early on sundays
- when the same woman asks you for spare change (after you gratified her the first time) six or seven times, it’s okay to get annoyed and ignore her.
- if someone offers you a bike for $1 at 2 am, it’s probably not a kosher deal.
- there are weed stores here, but they can’t sell it to you, they can just smoke it behind the counter and taunt you with it.
- 24-hour portland hotcake houses are surprisingly busy at 4 am
- it’s best to let the drunk canadians talk to the hookers, then you’re not the one that gets slapped
- it’s easy to get lost on the way to H&M, and old-fashioned maps are helpful only if you have a general idea of where you are in the city (north vancouver ≠ east vancouver)
- canadians seem to have a freakish affinity for cheesy sentimental music
- steve seems to harbor a subtle yet malicious prejudice for the canadian people
- steve is also a bad person for it
more to come when I am better-rested and clearer-headed.