Karin and I had originally steamrolled it into our brains that, despite my minor case of sniffles, we were going to accend Mount Hollyburn this morning, first by car to the snowshoe rental hut, and then by foot to the peak. She had apparently pondered this deeply yesterday, and realized that without snowpants, not only would her legs freeze, but she would more than likely get very wet and dirty and not find the experience comfortable at all. We had planned to fix this problem by venturing over to the nearby Metrotown, grabbing a bite to eat, and attempting to discover some post-holiday, mid-blizzard snowpant special deals at one of the mall’s many retail sports outlets.
Our first, and admittedly only, stop happened to be the mega-sized SportChek slash Coast Mountain Sports store tucked into the west end of the complex, where after a brief tour of the winterwear zone it was quickly apparent that a new pair of snowpants for Karin would represent a major investment in one of a handful of available brands. I suggested that she peruse the store for an alternative solution, while I went off on my own to wander and check out the sports equipment I can rarely afford, and therefore long to purchase just to spite twelve years of grade school intramural flops.
Long story short: we spent some of our Christmas money. Some.
I wrangled a good deal on some genuine Italian leather black-soled shoes, cerulean blue uppers with some very fashionable yellow laces. They’re about a size and a half too small, and my toes are rammed into the tip to the point where my circulation is nearly cut off, but the guy who sold them to me insisted that they would stretch out by about half a size within a few days. Besides: they were twenty bucks off.
Karin picked up her own pair — notably since this is the first time we have ever bought shoes in the same store and department — and proudly clung to the bag while we ate dinner at the nearby Red Robin burger joint, her ‘shroom deluxe dripping greasy spittle all over the table.
I would say the rest of our evening was more interesting, but we retreated home in yet another mild snowstorm, and settled into a few rounds of Crash Nitro Kart on the Playstation2, and some Mexican Train with the new dominos, before crawling into bed for a good night’s sleep.
Now, since we never did find those snowpants for Karin, I really want to go climbing today.