you know that part in lady and the tramp when the girl dog (not lady, the one in the pound) starts singing and begins the song with, "WHAT a DOG!"? or am i the only one who still watches disney movies? and still cries? yes? oh well. anyway, channel that dog as you read this: WHAT a WEEKEND!
after work saturday, we popped off to vancouver, bc, and had a grand old time negotiating our way through the canadian check point. we checked into the hotel and then took a cab to the restaurant for aaron's birthday dinner. $300can and three slightly tipsy and very full tummies later, we wandered back to the hotel trying desperately to catch a cab amidst the post-fireworks traffic. apparently, it was both BC days and pride weekend in good ole' canada. aaron and i went out to a pub afterwards where he drank for the first time in 6 months -- i'll get into that during a different entry -- and when we got back to the hotel we had fun with the requisite birthday sexual escapades.
on sunday, we stayed in vancouver long enough to endure - ahem, enjoy a 3-hour bikeride around stanley park. we drove to anacortes that night and stayed in a little hotel and caught the ferry to friday harbor, where we rented mopeds (BEST THING EVER) and skittered around the island, visiting the lavendar farm (SECOND BEST THING EVER), a whale watching point (nothin), and the side of the road when the gear of aaron's pimped-out moped plopped off. fun times were had by all, until the ferry ride back when i got all pissy and spend the ride in the smoking section, ignoring the world and very deep in thought (said thoughts included: i hate love, i don't want to be in love, love is the worst thing ever, if i jumped off the boat and swallowed a lot of water would that be fun?, gr, rawr, and the like) when the ferry arrived at its destination and this guy interrupted my pseudo-meditation with: "it's not as bad as it appears." it was either that, or "don't forget your purse." if it was the former, than a tear rolled down my cheek as i went to find my boyfriend and his mum. if it was the latter, than the cold spritz of the sea got the best of my tear ducts. right.
it was only two and a half days, but it felt like a week's worth of vacation -- in a good way, not in a "I WANT MY OWN BED" way. we picked up the puppy at adam and liz's and then decided to go bowling to celebrate aaron's belated birthday. three rounds later, one throughly-devoured large pizza (delivered right to our lane for 25% off!), and one instance of me KICKING AARON'S ASS (an anomaly in the life of morgan, as i am in the book of records under 'worst bowler ever'), and i do believe our objective (that of having a grand ole time) was accomplished.
indeed.