Cushiest job ever.
Apparently I arrived during the only 3-hour break from the rain that this city has seen all month. Sadly, those dry Calgary winds that I tucked into my bag were no match for the pineapple express that's been pummeling the coast.
But that did not stop Mel, Al, the OFKAR and I from wandering around the corner to Davie Street and tucking into a bit of a curry fest during the sleepover last night. And the rain made cozying up on the couch and falling asleep while watching The Princess Bride feel even cozier.
The OFKAR and I are planning to do some much needed shopping this afternoon, prior to the Billy Bragg concert.
I hope Lady Garmin doesn't try to murder me in a lake like she did yesterday. Besides dealing with an evil GPS who just wants to mess with your mind, I have discovered that there are some other challenges to driving around Vancouver. On the way from the airport, I drove for 20 minutes without seeing a single speed limit sign. Oh yeah, and I learned the hard way that there are no merge lanes in this city.