The big weekend is here, and after playing bumper jeeps all the way to the Canadian border we arrived in Vancover, B.C. and checked in to our hotel room. My stupid new phone broke, while unloading stuff in the hotel parking garage, but that did’nt really matter since five of the nine or ten most likely people I would want to talk to on a weekend were staying in the same hotel/condo with me for the next four days.
After checking in and waiting for Luke and Tye to get settled in we went out to explore downtown Vancouver. Nothing too spectacular, we had a nice, albeit expensive Italian dinner. After dinner we went in search of booze (of course), on our way we picked up our very our human theme song. Taking the form of a Vancouver street urchin, this merry soul wandered up to us singing a song I’m titling “I got a whooooole lot a BC”. Obviously looking for a hand out, he strolled along with us for a good 15 minutes through the streets of Vancouver, singing at the top of his lungs and strumming his guitar. Pegging us as tourist, he would sing portions of his song in French. The reason for this was due to the fact that when he asked us from where we hailed, I lied and told him Quebec. It was actually funny as hell. Here we were walking around town, 6 of us plus our little buddy, all of us singing along to the “BC” song. People were looking at us like we were part of some sort of…..i’m not sure really. Maybe they just thought we were drunk tourist.
Anyway, after finding a suitable bar and only having one drink, we decided to head a back to the hotel. This was a very early night for us, but we all wanted to be able to get up early and drive the rest of the way to Whislter in the morning and get on the slopes by 9am.
But first, a pit stop. Dan’s brother had heard about a particular bar in town with a very special Juke box. The bar was called “The Cambie” and he wanted to check it out, the Juke box in particular. So off we went. We found the place with very little difficulty and once inside we spotted the Jukebox. From my vantage point there we nothing really special about this Jukebox, but Reed just had to take a closer look. We indulged him and I grabbed an ice cold Moosehead, which I regretted almost immediately.
After inspecting the Jukebox for a few minutes, he came back across the bar and we headed back to our hotel for the night. That Reed REALLY likes JukeBoxes! Odd.
Goodnight Vancouver!!