Yesterday, Adam and I dragged six kids with more whine than cheese up Hollyburn Mountain on the north shore. ( It’s okay. Their parents signed permission slips. ) The sun was neatly tucked away between some scattered.clouds, but I still managed to get a little red in the face — both from a touch of sunburn, and some mild.tiredness. Sitting at the top — cubs running around burning off the excess energy from their sugar.packed.lunches, Adam mentions that he is having a birthday party “tonight” (last night) and wanted to know if Karin and I could come. Sure. He’s 36. He had invited 110 people plus their dates to a medium sized apartment. We never did go: he was supposed to send an email with the directions, but it never did show up. Instead we went to the local sportsbar for dinner, had a beer, and went grocery shopping. In that order. I’ve discovered that groceries are much more fun this way, if you can manage to retain control of you cart. Unfortunately, the mild intoxication usually wears off just in time to wonder why you put all sorts of odd things in your cart as you are unloading them at the til. odd.Google.searches.to.find.this.site: metrotown glow store | metrotown mall official website vancouver things.I.see.from.where.I.sit |
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