The New Moda

>> Sunday, March 25, 2012

As Jean and I are wont to do, we took advantage of a Travelzoo deal and booked another overnight in Vancouver. My goal was to eventually visit every “cool” (read: expensive-ish) hotel in Vancouver and while that probably won’t happen while looking on Travelzoo, I can check another off the list with our visit to the Moda Hotel. Girls weekend, whaaaaaat.

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SEND OUT THE WELCOME PARTY!

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Mmmm, pillow.

We started the visit off right with a trip to the Canucks store at Rogers Arena, to pick up my fixed-up jersey (way to sew a patch on crooked, Reebok). Oddly, they hadn’t fixed it, so they gave me a different one. Once back at the hotel, I tried the new one on and the crest was all lumpy, so we went back again and I rifled through the racks myself to find the perfect jersey. I don’t spend $120 for a lumpy shirt, so I wasn’t too concerned about crazy-anal I must have looked.

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Of course, it being March and all, the city was beginning to feel like spring (and it being 2012, using Hipstamatic was still cool.)

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Of course, we stopped by the grocery store to pick up some essentials:
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(Royale is kind of a big deal in the TP world, so…)

We knew the hotel was kind of hip because they have very clean/coherent graffiti on either side of the building. No big deal.

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We spent the afternoon in Yaletown, so upon recommendation of a greasy-spoon type restaurant nearby, we had dinner at PHAT (which just sounded like “FAT”, when the shopgirl recommended it. Think about it – a restaurant called “FAT”. Would you go?)

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Whatever the restaurant is called (be it “FAT” or whatever), you can’t go wrong with garlic French fries and a hot dog.
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It was hockey night, which meant that I forced Jean to watch a game with me. She was instead interested in sleeping (or at least trying to.) Until I invented…THE PILLOW-COPTER. It is just how it sounds – assault with a pillow in each hand, arms above your head in a circling motion. There are sadly no photos of this because I had a pillow in each hand.

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Those hipstamatic filters are really something else.

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For brunch the following morning (yeah, that was it – hockey and then bed), we decided to get cultural. Obvio, Vancouver is a ramen mecca (at least, in comparison with many other Canadian cities), so we decided to try Ramen Santouka.

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(Had enough of the blurry hipstamatic photos yet?)
Verdict: It was aiet. Broth was very rich, but the noodles just didn’t capture me. And naruto (swirly thing fish cake) always tastes like the ocean to me.

After ramen-ing, we headed over to Gastown because we are out-of-towners and this is what we do. We had coffee at Trees Organic on Water Street and talked about how we both hoped to live in Vancouver and what the future was going to look like. Generation of dreamers – they ain’t kdding.

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After buying some amazing candles at Nouvelle Nouvelle (GET THOSE TALL VANILLA SEA MONSTER CANDLES BACK IN STOCK!), we headed for home. Little did I know that in three short months, I would be moving right into the neighbourhood….

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Hanging Out...and Over and Out (Part 15)

>> Sunday, February 19, 2012

For all the partying I apparently “missed” in my youth, I made up in a single night at Lex. Finally fell into bed at 6AM, only to wake up at 9AM for a 10AM checkout. Wow I felt terrible. I should know better than this. So much nausea. But I had stuff to do, so stoic Erin emerged, though inside my heart of hearts, I felt like death. Serves me right.

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so…much…bright…

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Sundays are gloriously quiet down here.

At this point of my life, I’ve never met a hangover I couldn’t cure my throwing food at it. Well, I suppose there is a first time for everything. I sadly gnawed on a sandwich at my local Lawson’s.

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Clearly, I had no distinct plan for the day since it is departure day…I always kind of bum around. Probably best I wasn’t too ambitious, as all I could think about was sleeping and nausea. I tried to hydrate, but even Lindsey couldn’t work her magic this morning.

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I wandered around Parco, sleepily bought a new clutch, and spent some time slumped in a washroom stall, just to be able to close my eyes for a few minutes. Clearly, this is not my finest hour.

Mayuko and I were meeting for lunch in Meguro, so I went over a bit early and sat in the mall, in front of a shoe store for a whole hour. I watched the salesman angle the shoes several different ways, try to woo ladies into his store, move some shoes around, all with the best demeanour I believe I’ve ever seen from a shoe sales clerk. Or perhaps it just seemed that way because I felt sedated.

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Got an physical or emtional problem? Try throwing some tasty bread at it! Magic cure. Well, any day but today.

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Mayuko, please don’t kill me for putting this photo of you online. I know you hate every photo I take of you, but I love them all so much. Miss you!

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Obvi, it’s Yamapi. Is that guy still around?

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I left for the airport probably earlier than I needed to, but the sooner I get there, the sooner I can check these dang suitcases. It’s been a long journey.

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Tokyo Sky Treeeeeee!

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Oh dear. The stark beauty of this place is so dear to me.

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I’ve managed to finally find some good departure food at Narita. With a nice view.

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Le sigh.

Well, that’s that. Signing off from my epic Asian adventure, 2012. Life is about to get interesting back in Canada, and it’s time to face the music.

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This is a famous shop. (Part 14)

>> Saturday, February 18, 2012

About 80 percent of the people walking around in Harajuku are hair dressers (as evidenced by interviews in street style photographs), so one might guess that Tokyo has some amazing hair salons. One thing I’ve always wanted to do was get a haircut in Tokyo. I had read about Watanabe Hair Salon on a blog once and I had sent my sister there (with great success), so I made an appointment for myself on this trip. Chie knew English thanks to spending part of her career in London, so I knew I wasn’t setting myself up for any type of haircut where I had no way of communicating what I wanted.

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I got a bob. I always get a bob.

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You will always find some random café in the backstreets of Harajuku. And if you try to find it again sometime, you will likely fail. Today my choice of random café was called Café Luigi. It had some scrawling on the wall by some guy named Luigi. The guy who worked there really liked my fragrance. Sir, I know you asked which one it was and I’m sorry I couldn’t remember, but if you read this, it’s ‘Love, Chloe’. Now you know.

I had curry (but of course I did!)

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Next, I met up with Maya and her mother, Tomoko. Since I don’t get fat when I eat too much in Japan, we went for more food, to the famous fruits shop, Kyobashi Sembikiya.

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We walked for a while down Omotesando, until we hit Aoyama Dori. Then, it was obviously time for more food, so we went to a traditional soba shop.

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What an awesome and relaxing way to end this epic vacation. Thanks Maya and Tomoko! After arriving back at the mansion, I got ready for my last night at Lex. This will be it for a while, so it’s likely going to be at least a tiny bit messy. And then I felt a baby-sized earthquake while getting ready. Affirmation that this night is going to rock! (Pun intended.)

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