August3, 2013
VANCOUVER is one unique special place that has always held a high spot in my heart. I fell in love with this place years ago and I am having the privilege of watching Rachel fall in love with this place just as quickly as I once did.
Something bad always happens here or on the way here though, and this time around wasn't any different. Totaling my car on the Lions Gate Bridge in 2006 and having my $300 bike tire stolen in 2011 was just about even par with what happened next...
WHILE SLEEPING in Whistler parking lot #3 after a lovely chill day of chatting with the woman I love, we crawled into our makeshift bed in the Mazda 3, all comfy and in love.
ABOUT ONE AM the smashing of glass sends Rachel into a panic; and for good reason – someone is hitting the window right above my head, and I am unaware in a deep sleep. Seconds later I wake up to screaming,both from Rachel and from men outside. The squeal of tires on gravel is what I hear and a man who sounds way too hippy says “what the fuck! Dude! Are you alright?!” as he peels away the glass trying to calm us down. I awake with glass all over me, and a Rachel that will never feel comfortable sleeping in a car again.
There are more people than you might think sleeping in parking lot #3 in Whistler, and someone had quickly called the cops. It was 2:30 am and Rachel and I had finally got to sleeping after a failed attempt at removing all the glass from our car. It was so cold, and the only thing we could do was cuddle close to find solace in each other.
COPS DO NOTHING as we all know, and our two broken windows cost us $700.we missed out hiking the Chief in Squamish that day, but got our windows fixed at the only place that could do it that day, AND we got a discount, cause Rachel is cute, and he felt bad for our luck.
Turns out we could stay in our Van condo a day early, and not be charged!
AS WE ARRIVED AT 1250 Burnaby in downtown Van, there was excitement, and more sushi places than you can read while driving. It was a real great night to welcome Rachel to Vancouver, with fireworks, live music down the street, and the anticipation of all the PRIDE festivities along the streets.
Our rooftop pool/patio area also housed some new friends and some great conversation after a much needed shower on a long day in July.
I was upset, yet calm as could be; after all, we're okay, no one hurt,and what can you do but be thankful for the moment that is now?
We walk into a beautiful sun-filled room, all painted white, clean and bright, with a view of the sunset and English Bay. I am in love. We are in love.
As I hold Rachel close and the night comes to an end fireworks dance in the sky and I am entirely sure that there is no place I would rather be than experiencing this moment at this time.
-Previs
