drunk on sunshine and happy
WOWEE so this is a typical day in Birds Nest, Vancouver:
1. Wake up, decide not to go to the nudist beach, clean out house and celebrate with a super awesome lunch. On the trip back from BC Liquor I run into the dude from the engaged couple we invited off the street into K’s birthday party two weeks ago, so OF COURSE I invite him over to hang with us sometime this weekend (underground brunch cafe is set for tomorrow fyi)
2. Hang in hammocks in swimsuits, shells in our hair, making necklaces and antagonising the upstairs cat. And while waiting for Mary Jane to show up we stare at the impossibly blue sky and talk about love (OF COURSE) and honesty, and the perfect alignment of stars, or coincidences, or whatever, that led us to this arrangement. One month of awesome! Then my old housemate leaves a voicemail message asking for a replacement measuring cup. And apparently I make funny noises when the cats sleep in my hair. Clearly I am not the most desirable of roomies
3. Two options tonight: 1. go to a burlesque festival 2. get drunk in Gastown or oh! oh! 3. nap
