Olympics Part Deux

The last weekend of the Olympics ended up being a bit of a gong show (as it should've been in my opinion). The Significant Other flew in on the Tuesday, and then my childhood best friend and her boyfriend flew in on the Friday. We went for a proper drunken stumble around downtown following the Canadian victory against Russia (I think - details are fuzzy) that night after watching the game with other friends at German house in Stanley park. We couldn't find a cab to get back downtown, so I actually took to flagging down random cars until someone stopped and drove us downtown. The driver told us that his son was selling his boat, so the Significant Other and I decided we would LOVE to buy his boat and I gave him my business card. I shouldn't be allowed to take business cards out drinking with me. Thank god he didn't call.

Since my friends were visiting as well we took them on tour to see all the wonderful things about Vancouver - the gayberhood complete with drag queen sightings, Granville St which literally looks like times square with all the neon signs since they finished construction and we took them to The Trifecta. The Trifecta is a corner on Granville where there is Pizza, Poutine, and Chinese food. I am truly sad that I didn't know about the Chinese food place earlier in life. The Chinese food is particularly of note because if you go in after 2am and order a pot of cold tea they will bring you beer in a tea pot and you can continue your evening... And that we did. Except that it was only mid night when we got there, so they looked at me like I was ridiculous when I ordered the cold tea and brought us beer in beer bottles.

The next morning poor the Significant Other ended up praying to the porcelain gods, so I decided since we had people staying with us, now would be a good time to give him his yoga pants so that he wasn't doing a show in his underwear. He decided that he had to give me my gift as well immediately after that, and he handed me a tiffany's bag along with the lovely commentary of "it's not a ring". So decidedly romantic.

We didn't get up to much the rest of that weekend because the Significant Other came down with a man cold (obviously a much worse cold than anything any woman has ever had), and refused to admit he had a cough, so he wouldn't take cough syrup and kept both of us up all night Sat night and then was unable to leave the couch on Sunday except for twenty minutes to go for a walk after CANADA WON GOLD.

And that was my Olympic experience. Not too shabby eh?