coffee

i had coffee with dave this morning. it was really nice. he came by my building (he was smoking on the bench outside when i walked out. my first words to him were, "oh, gawd, you're not still smoking are you?") and we walked down to starbucks at mainland and davie. we had coffee and a good chat for about an hour then walked around for another 20 minutes. i was trying to convince him that his independently owned drycleaner was not open today and likely not his barber either. we had to walk to his drycleaner and actually see that it was closed for him to believe me. i then tried to convince him to walk the six blocks to his barber instead of drive, regardless of whether or not it was open and then we said our goodbyes. it was really nice. did i say that already?

i lazed around for a good couple of hours afterwards - came home, had lunch, watched my "house" dvds in bed - and then finally dragged myself out of the apartment and onto the downtown streets. it was supposed to rain today but when i left, it was cloudy and the sun was just starting to poke through. it was so nice.

i walked to MAC on robson. i was ignored by three or four salesgirls until a guy finally came up to me and asked me if i needed help. i ended up buying two pots of eyeshadow and a lipgloss from him. he looked like (i'm not kidding) chris kattan but with much prettier eyes and far more flaming. good choice in lipgloss color, though.

i then walked to london drugs, the aldo outlet and finally, chapters where i proceeded to spend the rest of the afternoon. i browsed through every bargain book and was going to buy a coffee table book called "degrees", which is a black & white photo book of celebrities who are 6 degrees or less from kevin bacon. i didn't end up leaving with it but i think i will go back tomorrow. my excuse was that i don't have a coffee table to put it on yet. i still think that's a good excuse.

i proceeded back towards the apartment, stopping at shopper's drug mart at homer and nelson (i'm throwing out street names because i'm getting better at figuring out which way is which!) to pick up a gingerale and a bag of chocolate eggies. the last damn bag of eggies in the store. take that! as i walked down the street towards the apartment, i looked across the street and there was a guy, walking in the same direction with a shopping bag. we exchanged glances back and forth until he ducked into the 7-11 and i mentally patted myself on the back for finally living "the life".