Even though we spent the day in a pretty filthy residence room, I would far rather be here in Vancouver than dealing with some of the horror stories I am hearing from storm-battered Calgary. Evidently it's not too bad in the south, where we live, but people in the north part of the city have been paralyzed by 4 foot snow drifts.
In the OFKAR's rez room, meanwhile, the drifts only ever got about waist height.
It took us about 4 hours of pretty solid slogging to get her stuff packed and loaded into the storage unit. Around about hour two, it got a little overwhelming, but nobody died and nobody said anything they would regret later. As a bonus, it looks as though all the stuff that we are schlepping back with us will indeed fit into the allotted suitcases. Hopefully we won't have to pay any overweight bag charges, but we will worry about that later.
For now, we are looking forward to dinner and a relatively early night.
We have a big day of dorm room decontaminating in store for us tomorrow, but with a little luck and good planning we will have enough time left at the end of it for a final stroll down Davie. We're hoping to come across the old guy in the leather Planet Hollywood jacket again. He was sure pimping for his lady friend last night and one can only imagine his Friday night (cane-assisted) swagger.