Not all those who wander are lost

I'm going to dedicate this post to a person of utterly no significance to me. Why? I guess because sometimes, it's nice to acknowledge the people in your life who were nothing but a passing moment, a blip in the short timeline that is your history on this Earth.

I knew him as Fed-Ex when I first met him. I got acquainted with him and his friends Farmer and Caper when I was in Florence, Italy nearly four years ago. He was somewhat of a legend due to the trials and tribulations he had to face to get his ass out of Canada in the first place. It was a miracle he managed to make it to Florence in the time that he did. We were all Canadians staying at a hostel in the city's suburbs - a typical Renaissance type building with wide staircases and white statues. Us Canadians naturally migrate towards one another when we're overseas, mostly for the sake of exchanging Canadianisms, reminiscing about Tim Hortons/hockey and getting wasted while doing so. Most of my time in Florence was spent admiring architecture and art during the day and getting piss drunk at night. I briefly remember a game of hide-and-go-seek in the dark and a conversation over wine about suicidal animals.

Anyway, today is Fed-Ex's birthday. I haven't seen him in four years and I probably will never see him again for the duration of my life, but him and his friends were probably one of the better wine buddies I've had. They were the first Canadians I met while backpacking through Europe, and let's be honest, you never really forget your first Canadians.

So here's to you, Fed-Ex. The likelihood of you reading this and recognizing the person as yourself are slimmer than me becoming pope someday, but I wish you the safest of travels in the future. I hope that none of those adventures involve you getting deported/lost/trapped in airports. Although, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they did. Lao Tzu would certainly have approved of it.

Happy birthday from this fellow travelling Canadian. 

The day after St. Patrick

Happy Post St. Patrick's Day Weekend! I hope your Irish weekend was full of Irish beer, Irish gingers and terrible impressions of Irish accents. I hope you are not too hungover today. Although if you are, I'm gonna slap you a high five right now.


I spent my St. Patrick's working, then going for a belated birthday dinner with my cousin and his girlfriend. We ended up visiting Romer's Burger Bar on Kerr Street in Vancouver. It's a beautiful restaurant in the River District, right by the water. So if you're a burger lover and you particularly enjoy looking out at the North Arm of the Fraser River (who doesn't??!), then you'll probably like Romer's. Our meal consisted of a turkey, beef and veggie burger each, as well as truffle oil fries, chili fries, donuts and green beer.


It was basically the best meal ever eaten ever.


Also, there was a hockey game as well. And the Canucks actually won the game.


So everyone breathed a sigh of relief and drank more green beer. It was awesome. 

Anyhow, today's post is dedicated to the fact that I just discovered my new favourite blog,  

http://butchesandbabies.com/

Whoever invented this knows the meaning of life, I swear. This blog makes my anti-baby ovaries reconsider, that's how good this shit is.

I mean, just look at it.

OMG THE CUTENESS I CAN'T STAND IT WHEN BABIES WEAR LITTLE ANIMAL ONE PIECES OMMMMMGGGG. 

AND THE MITTENS. THOSE TINY PINK MITTENS THAT ARE BIGGER THAN THE BABY'S FACE. OMG THEY ARE SO PRESH I COULD JUST DIIIIEEEE.

Ok, I think I'm done.