Today was my birthday – I am now 30. Yay!
We started the morning with a lovely Pannekoek breakfast at a place on Cambie called the Wooden Shoe, or something like that. The original plan was to go to Science World’s Bodyworlds exhibit, but when we arrived we saw the gigantic lineup and decided not to do that today. Instead we hopped on the Skytrain to downtown and went to the VAG (Vancouver Art Gallery,) where we wandered around for a while. Afterwords we indulged in some Caffe Artigiano Cappuccinos and went for a walk down Robson street, where we managed to somehow not stop at the candy apple & chocolate store (Rocky Mountain Chocolate.)
Someday I will buy someting at that store, and it will be good.
We then went to a park where we sat and watched dogs playing with dog owners (and other dogs.) It made us want a dog.
Then, of course, there was dinner. I think about eleven of us were there, and there were gifts and a game of pool and forays into crude territory that left us gasping for air and in pain from laughing so hard towards the end of the evening. Oh my. I will never look at Kangaroos the same way again. And don’t even ask about the secret handshake.
Now we’re at home, where Dayle left six piles of kitty puke for us to clean up. Thanks for the great gift, Dayle. Freak.
It was a good birthday.