me and all my friends

yesterday was probably the most awkward day of my entire life. i realized this somewhere between;
-missing my bus at 9 am, arriving in Vancouver two hours late
-tripping down some skytrain steps
-losing my friend in a crowd of thousands (twice).
-almost having to sleep in some grass outside the bus depot (which is what i would have done last night, if i didn't find my said friend).

and there are thousands of other small/ somewhat pointless stories, which i won't bug you with... weeell... maybe over some coffee.

so. I'm in Vancouver. Last night i decided to check out some fireworks, at English Bay, and there just so happened to be half a million people huddled besided the ocean, watching thousands of dollars worth of sparks, colors, and light colliding with the reflection of the pacific ocean.

The fact that fireworks are set off beside the ocean makes everything hugely better.

so then every person in vancouver, and their mom, walked down Denman, Robson, and Davie street to get home, followed by police on motorcycles and giant horses (which was very intimidating, i must say)

It was really cool. a few times I would look ten blocks down the road and see the giant wave of people filling the four lane streets like a giant parade... this is something you should do at least once, if not 5 times.

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Before that me and Heather (who is going to dislike me greatly for referencing her, as i am sure she shares my dislike for being referenced online) walked down commercial drive for awhile. some stuff we managed to do;

- Cappuchinos at JJ Bean
- purchased tea from Ten Thousand Villages
- looked at pictures at an artsy print-store.
- shopped for murses (man purse) at a hemp store... though, i could not decide on one... maybe next time.
- considered buying an alpaca sweater. again, maybe next time.
-ate some been donairs

- wandered into commercial street park for an outdoor concert / event. It took about 5 minutes for me to realize that the event was a "Gay Pride" gathering... ha ha. i had to laugh at that.

- walked down some sidestreets and pointed out which houses we would like to live in... i love how quiet some of those sidestreets are.
- watched "the bourne ultimatum", which was actually really sweet/awesome/yeah.

So, anyway, I'm sorry if this entry has seemed blah/a little lifeless/un-prosy. i was awake for a good 20 hours yesterday, and you would be surprised how many diverse and ranging emotions one can feel in that amount of time.

Getting far away from home can do that to you. In the past two years I've had a lot of running away from home, then running back wondering why i left in the first place. Its the grace of being a backpacker, i suppose.

more later, once i try this "sleep" thing everyone is talking about. possible plans for today
- stanley park
- buying pants at Mountain Equpiment co-op
-touring old downtown churches (maybe next time).
- prose
- a pint of maple-cream ale
- purchasing an artsy man-purse

we'll see.

-Adam