So I went to Vancouver this weekend to visit my sister. I hadn't been there since a high school choir trip in grade 12 so it seemed overdue. Of course I took a million pictures for all you peeps to be jealous of. Additionally I think I'm done with the whole round corner thing so be prepared for right angles from now on.
Beck and I doing the traditional, arm-out-taking-a-picture-of-ourselves move.
A picture of me with bad tan lines (as usual) and a very cute jean dress from Target which I wore the entire weekend.
Of course we went to the beach... note the cigarette butts, ug, people are disgusting.
We loved this bike, we did not love the men in speedos.
It was a ridiculously beautiful day.
Our oversized yet awesome sunglasses. Although I look naked I am in fact wearing a strapless dress. Funny story about that... the same morning we went to the beach we stopped to get passport photo's taken cause we both needed to apply for new passports. Coincidentally we were both wearing white cardigans and the man informed us that we couldn't wear white in our photos because the background was white and we would blend in, causing our photos to be rejected. We were both wearing dresses so we just took the cardigans off, but because mine was strapless it looks like I am naked in my passport photo. That will raise some eyebrows at the border.
Becca also pointed out this high-rise that had a tree growing on top. Isn't it amazing? I think I might need to do a drawing of it... I loved it so much.
There were so many beautiful buildings, if I was living out my life dream I would have been appreciating them even more cause I'd be on the arm of my boyfriend the architect who would be pointing out buttresses and discussing maximizing light capacity and linear continuity within the skyline, so hot. I wasn't though.
There were throngs of asian sailors in blinding white uniforms everywhere and when I saw a group of them in front of a hot-dog stand I had to take a picture. They noticed before I could snap it, ha.
On Sunday my sister had a softball game (who knew?) so I brought along a stack of cosmo's, borrowed some sunblock and laid on a blanket for three hours tanning and watching her play.
She was super cute, all cheery and teamworky. I am so not an organized sports type gal, give me a bike or some runners and an ipod and leave me alone, ha.
The next day I got in my car, made a quick stop at Starbucks where her lovely roommate works, dropped Beck off at work and drove home over an amazing bridge. It was a wonderful weekend spent eating sushi, going for walks and fending of scratches from her (admittedly cute) kitty Hagrid (who I re-named Snape because he is black, greasy and has a terrible disposition).