Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Good bye Summer
To sum it all up, Vancouver was hot, full of "HOUSEKEEPING" moments, stealing keycards and getting sprayed in the face by a sprinkler, late night slurpee runs, getting "stuck" in an elevator, finding notes underneath the door, taking creeper photos, trying to include Rico in every picture, prepping for our food club, perfecting that group shot, watching killer seagulls attack, petting a giant dog (and not the drug dog this time), spending almost an hour in a photobooth doing fob poses, waking up to alien ringtones, loyalty, wishing we lived in the Sheraton, watching a boy cream himself, hearing everyone snore, skee ball, half thrifting, running: amazing race style, walking 1000 blocks in the span of 4 days, photo finger illusions, discussing why trains go choo choo, not silencing words with silent letters. I would do it all over again. But next summer, we're east coasting it.
I did a horrible job at documenting my outfits worn on the trip. It was ridiculously hot the first three days, and the last day I basically wore my pjs to Richmond. Attractive, I know. So use your imagination.