Traveling with the wayward warrior cheerleaders.
Today, was like planes, trains, and automobiles as we traveled to Victoria by taxi-ferry-taxi. Victoria, or as I call her, Vickie, is the capital of British Columbia, as parliament sits in its beautiful harbor. Depicted is that government seat during the 15 minutes that it stopped raining on this trip. We slogged through the rain to the Empress Hotel, but failed to impress the Empress with our soggy clothes, although our’s looked better than the Emperor’s new clothes, We went to the colorful Fisherman’s Wharf where we sought refuge from the incessant rain on this guy, Noah’s houseboat, but he sent us away for being a trio of the same gender.
As we returned to our rooms, I now understood Victoria’s Secret, as I blow-dried my bra, sweater, and jacket. I’m going to be their first runway model with chub rub from the friction of my wet jeans. I felt like I’d been Canadian Goosed! At least I was fortunate to find that a salmon had swum upstream up my pant leg to defray our dinner cost. Better to bear Victoria’s Secret than to have Prince Albert in a can-adian city!
Rubber Chicken 