Traveling with the wayward warrior cheerleaders.
Today, we borrowed umbrellas from the polite bellman and went over to Granville Island to the market; which had a huge farmer’s market, shops, and food stands with many foods to choose from like poutine, donuts, salmon or poutine flavored donuts, poutine topped with salmon, or donuts filled with poutine. Lynne Messner chased her lunch down with a nice glass of maple syrup, while Ellen DeFlora Sciortino drank a sidecar of poutine gravy. We’ve yet to exchange any of our currency for Canadian cash mainly since we all remember a time that we were denied a gumball or a laundromat coin operated washing machine or a parking meter, as a damn dirty Canadian coins infiltrated our American coin slots. I will not be party to filling our American coin slots with similar looking, yet suspiciously tinnier currency!
We went to the 1000 acre Stanley Park. If you get the special drink at the park’s concession stand, it’s served in a commemorative Stanley Cup. We took a horse drawn carriage ride around the park taking in the sites. As I tried to blend in with the native totem poles, somehow my singular face and lack of height caused me to stand out from the crowd. As we tried to get a cab out of the park, I called the Yellow Cab Company (Checker was still in the penalty box from last night’s hockey game) and spoke to a rude dispatcher. I found out that since Canadians are so polite, they import rude dispatchers from NYC along with squirrels from Central Park. In exchange, we were given Canadian Geese that shit all over parks. Anyway, the cab didn’t come, as it got wetter, darker, and colder. After an hour, just when we thought we’d need to find some hibernating bears to snuggle up to and weather the night, a Mexican man graciously led us out the park into Civilization. Once we told him it was urgent and we NAFTA get right back to our hotel, our friend from the most southern part of North America saved us.
We ended our night in Gastown, a hip neighborhood that has nothing to do with farts, especially old ones.
Rubber Chicken 