the day after date day

The day after our night at Harrison last week we took a drive into Vancouver to see the hustle and bustle of the big city.

It was fun to walk up and down Robson and our biggest concern was finding empty seats at the window of Starbucks. . .any Starbucks.

Our two favorite stops were plum full but we didn't fret since there is one on every block.

It's funny sitting at the window watching people go by and seeing couples scanning the window for an empty window seat. Apparently date days are alive and well.

The ice rink that crosses under Robson Street was just opening up after having its ice smoothed.

We watched for a bit and then poked our noses inside the tent to see what was happening there.

It was amusing to watch grown men and women frost a free cookie and liberally apply sprinkles.

I was tempted but then reasoned that a cookie couldn't be that much more fun to ice here than at home.

It is funny though how when something is free you can barely pass it by.

We walked down to Canada Place to see the Olympic rings on the water but they didn't have them lit up. We did see people all excited about someone who had just gotten into a limo.

It's funny how I felt excited and didn't have a clue about who.

My beloved did not feel it . . .one bit.

I wanted to go inside the new convention center.

It had a note on the door. ..closed until the Olympics.

I climbed up on the ledge and peered inside.

My beloved stood on the sidewalk . . .

watching me.

It's all good here in the bungalow.

I'm whipping up some dinner for our care group tonight.

I'm excited ...

I love a party.

All for now . ..