Okay, maybe not. But we are trapped here for a little while as our 10:35 flight is now departing at 1:15. I may miss part of the celebrations of this Gay High Holy Day - how will I keep up on the Oscars gowns if I don't see the red carpet?
Back to proper blogging now with some recounting of time spent with Greer and her friend Anya here in Vancouver the past couple of days. They're probably back in Terrace already given their early flight, darn them.
I was tempted to call this entry "The Curse of Conrad". He, Marie, and I all joke about this thing that happens to Vancouver whenever he's in town: good weather. Oh, a slight drizzle almost every morning, but it's horizon to horizon blue sky out there right now. Not a curse, then, but something that seems to take place each time he's in town. I think I saw a sign on the Arthur Laing Bridge saying "Come back soon, Conrad". So it was on Friday when we set out late in the morning to meet up with Greer and Anya downtown. Sunny skies above the nearby train/bus terminal.
and from the Sky Train station we had a terrific view of the Olympic Village construction and the mountains that seem to anchor Main Street.

Things were no less lovely downtown. We headed for the Hotel Vancouver, our meeting point.


This was our first time meeting Anya, and she bore up under the burden of me and Greer catching up on all the Terrace gossip well. Lunch was at Cassis Bistro on Pender Street - Conrad and I have enjoyed it a few times now.


I can't honestly recall what the filling in Anya's crepe was. It was the lunch special, and she enjoyed it, but I'm blanking, sorry.

My BLT. I wasn't a fan of the open face lay out, to be honest, but I will say that the roasted tomatoes were terrific.

Greer and Conrad each had the salad nicoise. I'm too lazy to put the cedilla on the c, sorry.
We washed it all down with a bottle of Averill Creek Pinot Noir, and declined dessert in favour of picking up a small treat at a bakery in Chinatown later.Conrad and I managed a short swim yesterday morning, then met up with the ladies to head over to Granville Island. I raced through the market picking up items for cooking dinner, then escaped back to the condo for a while without them. Greer and Conrad eventually picked me up for lunch in Chinatown, then we took her for one of our favourite coffees. Greer, I do believe, was impressed and delighted.

The two women came over for dinner last night. We spared them the indignity of photographing every minute of our time together - no shots of the rabbit I cooked, for example - but we did take a few shots as the evening wound down. The dessert/cheese course, for example. We sat in the living room area, sipped Brandenburg No. 3, ate some fregolata and kick-ass cheese from Poplar Grove, and otherwise settled into a happy, silly, relaxed kind of space.


I feel overindulged this weekend, and I am loath to go home, I admit. Blame the weather. Darn that Conrad!





















