Excuse Me, Sir!
. . . rang out the voice of the frantic hotel doorman just outside Canada Place, which, at around 6pm this evening, was thoroughly mobbed by a crowd of about 50 entirely drunk promgoers and/or graduates (many of them staggering around carrying empty champagne bottles). "Sir!" The doorman shouted again as he ran out into the crowd, pointing vaguely in the direction that must have been the young man he was addressing.
"Sir, please! We have a washroom inside!"
And then I saw what all the commotion was about: a guy dressed to the hilt in his tuxedo and matching tie, cummerbund, and pocket handkerchief, standing on the edge of Pier B casually peeing into Coal Harbour.
* * *
I was a good brother today. My sister's birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, and I bought her a cool pair of Lululemon pants. She's frequently bemoaning the lack of comfortable home clothes which still look good enough to leave home in, so I figured this was a great gift. We'll see.
I guess even if she really likes them, there's still the problem that I may have just signed myself up to be her official Lululemon buyer (the girl at the store who helped me was really funny about it — "Well, we're starting to open stores in the States now. Malibu, New York. Where is she?" "Lubbock, Texas." "Uh, yeah, envision yourself being asked to ship her more clothes in the future, then.").
* * *
After my unpleasant pier pee-er experience I took the SkyTrain to Commercial Drive to give the Nepali restaurant a go (I'd intended to wait for a week like the owner suggested, but I got impatient), but found that something must have gone wrong, because it wasn't open yet.
I examined my options and settled on a return visit to Pondok Indonesia next door.
The highlight of this visit was dessert: Es Alpukat.
I have to admit, I only ordered it because it sounded truly odd, "A milkshake made from blended avocado, Indonesian coffee, and sweetened condensed milk." The waiter assured me that it's really good, and he was right.
The whole thing ends up tasting sort of like a gourmet version of a Jamocha shake.
Granted, given its ingredients, I'm sure it probably has about a thousand calories, so I shouldn't make a habit out of it. . . .
"Sir, please! We have a washroom inside!"
And then I saw what all the commotion was about: a guy dressed to the hilt in his tuxedo and matching tie, cummerbund, and pocket handkerchief, standing on the edge of Pier B casually peeing into Coal Harbour.
* * *
I was a good brother today. My sister's birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, and I bought her a cool pair of Lululemon pants. She's frequently bemoaning the lack of comfortable home clothes which still look good enough to leave home in, so I figured this was a great gift. We'll see.
I guess even if she really likes them, there's still the problem that I may have just signed myself up to be her official Lululemon buyer (the girl at the store who helped me was really funny about it — "Well, we're starting to open stores in the States now. Malibu, New York. Where is she?" "Lubbock, Texas." "Uh, yeah, envision yourself being asked to ship her more clothes in the future, then.").
* * *
After my unpleasant pier pee-er experience I took the SkyTrain to Commercial Drive to give the Nepali restaurant a go (I'd intended to wait for a week like the owner suggested, but I got impatient), but found that something must have gone wrong, because it wasn't open yet.
I examined my options and settled on a return visit to Pondok Indonesia next door.
The highlight of this visit was dessert: Es Alpukat.
I have to admit, I only ordered it because it sounded truly odd, "A milkshake made from blended avocado, Indonesian coffee, and sweetened condensed milk." The waiter assured me that it's really good, and he was right.
The whole thing ends up tasting sort of like a gourmet version of a Jamocha shake.
Granted, given its ingredients, I'm sure it probably has about a thousand calories, so I shouldn't make a habit out of it. . . .