Vancouver : Lost Lagoon
Upon arriving at my hotel Saturday, naturally I want beer. Because, why not. The bar attached to my hotel is advertising Beer To Go, so I head there. I order a six pack and am happy to hear it's an eight pack. That's 33% more Awesome. But it costs 21 Loonies. Ridiculous. I pay up, figuring I'm getting ripped off, but I just want to drink a beer and take a shower. On Sunday I went to a Liquor Store, and no six pack costs less than 15. So, apparently, BC hates drunks. Jerks.
On Saturday I wandered around, talked to some nice chaps, but went to bed way to early. The combo of recovering from my High School Reunion and the time difference left me exhausted.
Sunday I ate a Kings Breakfast while watching (American) Football. Bounced around, enjoyed myself.
Up comes Monday. After checking emails and making sure my clients didn't hate me enough to fire me, I headed out for an afternoon stroll. Between Saturday and Sunday I had already checked out Granville, Gas Town and Yale Town, so I figured I'd walk up Davie Street, the gay district. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Saw a couple hip(ster) stores to check out later after I made sure I wasn't broke.
It was early enough I figured I would check out the city side of Stanley Park. Found Lost Lagoon, which was surprisingly easy to locate. It's right next to the highway. Named after a poet lamented how it's no longer a lagoon. Once it started to rain I walked briskly back to my hotel.