Vancouver is very wet. We all slept till noon, being tired from the flight. Then I walked down by the bay with my mom, and had a very good chicken sandwiche and a coke at a cafe. We rented bicycles: a Giant city bike for me, and a cruiser for mom. No toe clips... it was a bit weird at first. We did the 10 or so kilometers around Stanley Park in an hour. Looking up the cliffs... it was so beautiful. Ferns and plants whos names I don't know and so much green. The sun was about to set out over the ocean. Then we walked home, and freshened up for a nice dinner. I was very relaxed from the ride. I had a New York Peppercorn Strip medium well done, at The Keg, and an excellent tomato and onion salad.
Then I went out drinking, met a few young Canadian guys, talked **** about George Bush, and went to the Roxy. I met a very pretty girl and tried to dosie doe. I kept spinning the wrong way. She didn't care. A bum stole $25 from her, and she chased him into McDonalds and made him drop his pants. Don't ask me. Then I went home with her and we made love and cuddled. She is a very nice girl. Today my mind is clear, and this hangover is completely manageable.
None of it would have happened without the bike.