Fucking Vancouver pt.2
DAMN:
I regret spending anymore time in this city. And it ain't cheap. I spend enough trying to keep a steady buzz going just to tolerate this shit. This poster just hurt me the wrong way.
So while Pharrell was embellishing that last Heart & Mind Tee for one grateful fan in HK, Brie and Kelly were getting ready for Melrose Ave, by packing up a few choice layering tops that wouldn't be missed if they were tossed in favour of some sparkly American deals. While they might have been taking a stroll along Venice Beach under those sleepy rays of sunshine after a hot tamale dinner, I was in the back of a pick-up with a greasy Black Lab next to my lap, taking solace in a can of Lucky Beer. We were in line for the 7:25 ferry to Langdale, talking ourselves through a 2-hour wait. On the other side of Horseshoe Bay, we'd take a long drive before overloading 6 adults, a dog, plus a top-heavy child (me) into an adorable little motorboat. It managed to crawl through calm waters to Nelson Island in the night. We had the moon, I had more Lucky. And we made it to the granite shores alive.
Just too bad that the next day and a half at the cabin would have to end - before I could even break off my own legs and call in sick for work. I had also learned how to swing an axe, so this should have been fairly easy.
But I didn't.
Because I haven't grown my figurative balls yet.
Because I'm tired and weak because I'm from Vancouver, where organic tofu has replaced testosterone. And we are passive, and like to buy things at Metrotown during our free time. Once a year we have parades in Vancouver. We take the whole year to plan it. But we still manage to put on a mediocre show for you. We hope 2010 is just below your expectations. That's all we ask.
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I regret spending anymore time in this city. And it ain't cheap. I spend enough trying to keep a steady buzz going just to tolerate this shit. This poster just hurt me the wrong way.
So while Pharrell was embellishing that last Heart & Mind Tee for one grateful fan in HK, Brie and Kelly were getting ready for Melrose Ave, by packing up a few choice layering tops that wouldn't be missed if they were tossed in favour of some sparkly American deals. While they might have been taking a stroll along Venice Beach under those sleepy rays of sunshine after a hot tamale dinner, I was in the back of a pick-up with a greasy Black Lab next to my lap, taking solace in a can of Lucky Beer. We were in line for the 7:25 ferry to Langdale, talking ourselves through a 2-hour wait. On the other side of Horseshoe Bay, we'd take a long drive before overloading 6 adults, a dog, plus a top-heavy child (me) into an adorable little motorboat. It managed to crawl through calm waters to Nelson Island in the night. We had the moon, I had more Lucky. And we made it to the granite shores alive.
Just too bad that the next day and a half at the cabin would have to end - before I could even break off my own legs and call in sick for work. I had also learned how to swing an axe, so this should have been fairly easy.
But I didn't.
Because I haven't grown my figurative balls yet.
Because I'm tired and weak because I'm from Vancouver, where organic tofu has replaced testosterone. And we are passive, and like to buy things at Metrotown during our free time. Once a year we have parades in Vancouver. We take the whole year to plan it. But we still manage to put on a mediocre show for you. We hope 2010 is just below your expectations. That's all we ask.
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Labels: Lucky Beer, Pharrell Williams, Vancouver sucks horseballs
posted by j.bot 3000 at 10:27 p.m.
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