Best of my life!

Aaaaaand done. I'm home. Poo on a stick. BUT, I haven't blogged since Wednesday, so I'm serving up some full-coverage. Prepare yourselves, humans, for the longest blog of my life (thus far).

Oh yeah, and can you bereve that people have actually been waiting for this? Hilarity always ensues.

LET US BEGIN!

On Wednesday me and Jean decided it was time for a trip to Feenies, the restaurant owned by the iron chef! (no big deal!) so we trekked to Van.







It was actually not as fancy as we were thinking, but it was still uber-trendy.





We sat out on the patio, which was rad. Jean had Feenie's Weenie. No joke. Feenie's actual weenie. She loved it. SICK!

After Feenie's, we were supposed to head on over to Granville Island, and then possibly onto Morton's for some cheesecake and potatoes. Sounded so fun! Until we got back to the car.



It died. So she called CAA, but then the car miraculously started after I went and bought some chocoalmonds. Coincidence? I think not. Her pathetic car made it home, but just barely. I live at the top of a hill, and yeah, I sure had to walk up half of it as the car honestly would not make it. Good times.





Next day (Thursday) was tattoo day. Freaked out!! After though, we were the hottest biatches to grace Abbotsford on that street at that moment.




Tattoos by Rhino @ Brian's Tattoo.

We chowed on Chinese after (natch) and then I went home to admire myself, like I do everyday. Damn that sun was hot on my skin. Some bummy dood thought we had "nice ink". He was pretty sketch. Awkward. Again, good times.

My Aunt thought we should go for a movie on Thursday night, so we went to see.....Just My Luck with Lindsay Lohan! Best of my life! Or not. The smoothies though...oh the smoothies.





Surf City Squeeze is the shizz. Thursday set the prescedent for the rest of my time in BC. I'm sure you'll notice the pattern.

On Friday, everyone was busy, so I headed in to Vancouver by my lonesome.



I took the skytrain so I could take some pictures, but most of them sucked, so I won't be posting those.





Metrotown:






Shopped down Granville and Robson areas to pick up some goods. Scoped out the cool do-hickers in the area.




That's right. Raffi.



Picked up some of my usual goods:


Hung out in Hermes and bought a couple of Birkin bags at $12,000 a pop.


Headed over to my buddy Louis's and bought a couple of scarves (I'm all out doncha know) and a few more handbags at $1,500 a pop (cheap as borscht).


Then I went over and picked up my Luchador mask and fortrell suit as my old one got worn out. (See above) Good times.

After hanging out with my buddy the Harley Davidson bear:


I decided it was time for some lunch. I thought maybe...Cin Cin?



Or...maybe Morton's?



So I finally chose:


Really people, there is nothing like food court Chinese food. Mmm....savory msg...

With my stummy bursting, I decided to goes clothes shopping (smart!). I wandered Robson and came upon a gentleman at a bus stop, hollering incessantly for a light for his cigarette. He was making quite a ruckus. I walked over to the other side of the street to peruse the shops located there, when the gentleman became quite unruly. I tried to discreetly take a snappy of him to fully explain the story:


I kept on trekking, when suddenly the insanely loud requests for a light ceased and he started screaming in tounges. Sketchiest of my life. Suddenly, all was silent...

Walked around downtown and eventually made my way to the Pan Pacific.







Stanley Park from Pan Pacific:




I sat on the benches there a great long while pondering my life thus far, when I saw myself in ten years:

I'd better be in that thing, flying to my prestegious executive job. Damn skippy.

Harbour Centre:


I called Bean when I got back into town, as we were to hang out. A great many ideas were thought to do, such as wallpaper my aunt's bedroom, tag our aliases on the back of Walmart (Dizzee and J-Killah), throw a tv into the Fraser River, make pancakes, sew curtains, drink coffee, climb a building, kick senior citizens, etc. We finally decided to fly by the seat of our pants, and headed over to 7-11 for the first trip of the night:





Dood, there was this marshmallow burger. Puke! I so wanted to buy it, but it was like 5 bucks.







And again I say, puke! After that, we headed to Save-On for ice keem.



We dropped that shizz off at Jason's and then we headed to Mission for some smoothies. Best of my life!!





Craziness! Or not. Jean had then expressed a desire to play Area 51, so we headed over to Castle Fun Park, where we met some exquisite homies in the parking lot, drinking Kokanees. Very friendly chaps!











Bang bang...Jean will pummel your ass:


After she got her ass beat-down, we headed over for some skee-ball.



With me and my buddy sharky cheering her on, she won two tickets!! Whooo!





They also reno'ed with spiff new washrooms!



Went to the shooting range for some shots, and everytime the flash went off, all the targets would go off. Yes! Free games!



With Jean's two tickets, she got some gummy worms, which then piqued our sweet tooth....so it was off to 7-11 again for some candy.



After the candy, Jean hunted down an open pizza place before she drove me home from our night of insanity:





Next day we headed over to Granville Island as Jean's car was no longer a heap (for the moment). While driving to get me some almonds from Safeway for the trip, some ducks used the crosswalk and waited until all the cars stopped before crossing. Radical!



Granville Island was poppin'! Jam-packed with the up-tight folks all trying to get parking spots on the island including one scary asian fellow who practially threatened Jean and myself into submission. Thankfully, we were feeling non-violent at the time.









The market was stuffed tighter than David Hasselhoff's pants. I got to meet some new friends:





Good times.







I swear it's real and I swear I ate the whole thing.



I had this brilliant idea that we should go find a vertical hill and lie on it, that way it would be like almost standing. Genius! So I lay on it and Jean was a party pooper - she said the grass was too wet. Boourns!









Jean wanted a brewski and we met up with Eric N. but ended up with no brews and that's the end of Granville Island.

Me and Jean are both part asian (our brains) so we decided to go shopping in Richmond at Aberdeen Centre.




Is this a dood or a femme?




"Hello, Friend."
"Hello."
"Why do you have your hand up my ass?"
"I dunno."




YES!!! I've been looking everywhere for a school bra!





After shopping, we decided to go to Sammy J. Peppers for supper. There, we sat out on the patio while getting served by hoochies in their minis. (Sorry, no pics of the hoochies.)





Jean was pooped again, so she dropped me off for the night. I was still revved, so I headed to Mission for another smoothie.



After I got home, Jean had left me a message, and I called her back and turns out she wanted to hang out after all, so we headed back to Mission for a smoothie, but they were closed. So she lost out and got crappy Starbucks instead.



On Sunday, we went to Quazines for their six-course brunch. Our waitress was a bit of a b, and there were these old complaining ladies, but the food was good.













After brunch, my Aunt and I headed over to Stanley Park to walk the seawall.












"Let's hit up Magnolia and mack on some cupcakes!"



Me just doing some Samurai-style tree-walking. No big deal.








Can't escape work no matter where I go....

Can't the company send me there on a business trip or something? Please?


Damn...the bird beat me to it.



After the walkabout, we headed back to Langley and went to Milestones for suppa. This is my Aunt and I waiting for our order after they fupped it.


She's nice.

Due to confidential issues, my camera was not along Sunday night, but I did meet up with Beanie for some grub at Lou's and then, you guessed it...? Onto Mission for smoothies!!!

Monday was a kind-of "last-ditch" day to do stuff. I got my eyebrows threaded at my favorite East Indian salon!




Viva glam.

Hit up the Pita Pit:



And, of course, Birchwood Dairies for a triple ice keem. Damn!







After that, we headed down the back route to Guildford for some shopping. Bought a rad shirt. Kickin. After we got back, I was off to Jean's, where she was making shepard's pie:


BEST OF MY LIFE! I love you Jean.

In fact, Jean, I love you so much that I kicked you in the head:



Jean showed me her new bike. HOTNESS!


Or not. I swear that bike comes up to my knee. Good luck there buddy.

We went to Rocko's Diner in Mission for suppa and I enjoyed pancakes the size of my head.









We headed over to Jean's place after that, but...er...we ended up in Mission later for smoothies. Surprised?

Tuesday (yesterday) was my last day. Me and Mildew and Bean decided to hit up lunch at a Chinese foodie:



After that, it was packing and off the airport...



Then it was up...





up...



....and away.



Farewell BC.