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North Van.
I arrived later than planned Thursday night. Trina and Alia had decorated the driveway with a skull and crossbones and 'EVERYONE LOVES A SLINKY' and other Deppings in honour of my visit. Much squeeing was had.
Friday, we walked to the mall, then to Alia's, then to the bus stop. Took the bus to ... somewhere. Hmm. My sense of direction/location is bad enough here, drop me in a different city and I'm hopeless. Anyway, we walked around and looked at various shops. I bought an ice candle. We had sushi for lunch. I ate a horrendously large lump of wasabi, which delighted Trina and scared hell out of the sushi people.
There was a neat Wiccan shop somewhere (wasn't it on that endless hill?) and I resisted the urge to buy everything in it (not like I have the money anyway). I did come out with an old Chinese coin. Because I love them. Yep.
We found a weird little store that was like a garage sale but not 'cause it was a store. *pause* Yeah. Anyway, I bought an interesting little open vase-type thingy with odd symbols on it, which I've filled with pennies, put my ice candle in, and placed on my desk. I also bought a necklace that I don't plan to ever wear as a necklace but might triple-loop for a bracelet. It's a really thin chain with pearly-things. (They aren't real pearls. The necklace cost a quarter. But they look cool.)
We went down to Lonsdale Quay and wandered, which is the best thing one can do at Lonsdale Quay. There was a Celtic shop, and again I wanted to buy most of the things in it but came out with no purchases, go me. We saw Alia again with her boyfriend who, upon being told I was crazy too, informed me he'd have to kill me. Woot.
The Ticker Clocks people had a stand set up in the market, and dude! I found the one I've been trying to find for ages. It's a mini clock designed like a compass. Dude. It doesn't point north. Except for at midnight and noon, but you get my point. $12; I bought it.
On the way back up the hill we stopped in a guitar place and watched as the forty-something, sort of balding guy who owned the place picked up a guitar and was instantly transformed into ... er, something else. Heh. He plays guitar entirely too well.
We also stopped at a used-book store that hadn't been open earlier. I looked for Good Omens; not there. I looked for anything Terry Pratchett or Neil Gaiman; not there. I looked for The Gypsy; not there. Anything by Steven Brust? Nope. On Writing? Nope. Anything Johnny-related? No. Tim Burton? No. Hmm ... anything Hunter S. Thompson? No - or so I thought. We spent maybe fifteen minutes in there. On the way out, I just happened to glance at a stand of books I'd looked at earlier, and BAM. Better Than Sex: Confessions of a Political Junkie. That's right. Hunter S. Thompson. BOO-yah! It was another $12. I bought it.
The Deppfest didn't work out as planned. Okay, it didn't work out at all. The DVD player objected to being moved to the basement and went on strike; Trina's dad was watching the hockey game on the only other accessible TV. After the game was over, Trina and Jamilla and I watched 10 Things I Hate About You, but Jamilla had to go home halfway through. We followed 10 Things with The Wedding Singer, just 'cause it was there. And Trina hadn't seen it. So even without the Deppfest, it wasn't too bad at all.
Besides the described purchases, I came back with a guitar (!!!) because Trina's going to be getting a new one and gave the old one to me. Eeee, guitar! And his name is Tim the Enchanter. *grin*
(Probably too many details. Hence the lj-cut.)
--Kalio
I arrived later than planned Thursday night. Trina and Alia had decorated the driveway with a skull and crossbones and 'EVERYONE LOVES A SLINKY' and other Deppings in honour of my visit. Much squeeing was had.
Friday, we walked to the mall, then to Alia's, then to the bus stop. Took the bus to ... somewhere. Hmm. My sense of direction/location is bad enough here, drop me in a different city and I'm hopeless. Anyway, we walked around and looked at various shops. I bought an ice candle. We had sushi for lunch. I ate a horrendously large lump of wasabi, which delighted Trina and scared hell out of the sushi people.
There was a neat Wiccan shop somewhere (wasn't it on that endless hill?) and I resisted the urge to buy everything in it (not like I have the money anyway). I did come out with an old Chinese coin. Because I love them. Yep.
We found a weird little store that was like a garage sale but not 'cause it was a store. *pause* Yeah. Anyway, I bought an interesting little open vase-type thingy with odd symbols on it, which I've filled with pennies, put my ice candle in, and placed on my desk. I also bought a necklace that I don't plan to ever wear as a necklace but might triple-loop for a bracelet. It's a really thin chain with pearly-things. (They aren't real pearls. The necklace cost a quarter. But they look cool.)
We went down to Lonsdale Quay and wandered, which is the best thing one can do at Lonsdale Quay. There was a Celtic shop, and again I wanted to buy most of the things in it but came out with no purchases, go me. We saw Alia again with her boyfriend who, upon being told I was crazy too, informed me he'd have to kill me. Woot.
The Ticker Clocks people had a stand set up in the market, and dude! I found the one I've been trying to find for ages. It's a mini clock designed like a compass. Dude. It doesn't point north. Except for at midnight and noon, but you get my point. $12; I bought it.
On the way back up the hill we stopped in a guitar place and watched as the forty-something, sort of balding guy who owned the place picked up a guitar and was instantly transformed into ... er, something else. Heh. He plays guitar entirely too well.
We also stopped at a used-book store that hadn't been open earlier. I looked for Good Omens; not there. I looked for anything Terry Pratchett or Neil Gaiman; not there. I looked for The Gypsy; not there. Anything by Steven Brust? Nope. On Writing? Nope. Anything Johnny-related? No. Tim Burton? No. Hmm ... anything Hunter S. Thompson? No - or so I thought. We spent maybe fifteen minutes in there. On the way out, I just happened to glance at a stand of books I'd looked at earlier, and BAM. Better Than Sex: Confessions of a Political Junkie. That's right. Hunter S. Thompson. BOO-yah! It was another $12. I bought it.
The Deppfest didn't work out as planned. Okay, it didn't work out at all. The DVD player objected to being moved to the basement and went on strike; Trina's dad was watching the hockey game on the only other accessible TV. After the game was over, Trina and Jamilla and I watched 10 Things I Hate About You, but Jamilla had to go home halfway through. We followed 10 Things with The Wedding Singer, just 'cause it was there. And Trina hadn't seen it. So even without the Deppfest, it wasn't too bad at all.
Besides the described purchases, I came back with a guitar (!!!) because Trina's going to be getting a new one and gave the old one to me. Eeee, guitar! And his name is Tim the Enchanter. *grin*
(Probably too many details. Hence the lj-cut.)
--Kalio