Donna, Donna, bo Bonna…

Vancouver is a great city … if you like cities. To me, they’re all pretty much seem the same; noisy, smelly and fast. Lots of people and traffic, with everyone running around in a hurry going nowhere. But we were on a mission; a mission of epic proportions. We were coming to meet Donna and Natasha. It was a lucky happenstance that we managed to snag a cheap hotel room at the same place Donna was staying. Arriving there first, I checked in and asked if Donna had arrived. “There’s no one registered in that name here,” says the clerk. Hmmm says I. Perhaps we’re at the wrong hotel. Oh well… But all was well, and we connected even before we got into our room.

Later that evening we met up with Tasha, where we got a tour of her fancy little apartment in the heart of the city. We then headed off to this snazzy restaurant across the street called Brix. Yummy food, great wine, and even better company. We heard about Tasha’s life in corporate hell, and her plans to come back from the land of the dead. Donna talked about her ‘whoo-whoo’ studies, and also about her deeply held secret desire to update her iPhone. A grand time was had by all.

The next day was spent strolling around False Creek, doing laundry, and hanging out with Donna. She and I always seem to get into fascinating discussions about meaning and mortality. And Ann generally seems amused. So in the end, we’re all entertained.

The day we left turned out to be the exact time Vancouver was holding it’s spook-fest parade. Naturally the route encircled our hotel, with all the streets we wanted to drive being blocked off. Ann fearlessly led us through back alleys and dark, scary places, eventually finding our way towards the Tsawwassen ferry terminal.

On our way to Vancouver Island, the City of Victoria, and places beyond.