Tuesday, April 29, 2008

An all-Canadian weekend

We went to Gibsons for the weekend. Mr.Q's folk-rock band had a pair of gigs at Marcia's Entertainment Restaurant, and I thought I'd tag along. Seeing as there would be a lot of home-cooking, naps, and a hot tub there. No arm-twisting for me!

We hit the ferry over Friday afternoon, and I had myself a traditional Canadian treat. My tasty Nanaimo bar:

Mmmmm! Not quite as tasty as the prosciutto-wrapped goat cheese with roasted garlic that I had at Marcia's that night...but a lot cheaper! The bathrooms on the ferries, however, can't hold a candle to the ladies' room at Marcia's. I covet the chair:

Saturday, Mr.Q engaged in a variety of manly pursuits:

(Chopping wood - how very Canadian!)

I also got to try the archery...very fun. Very. Though I don't look nearly as sexy as Mr.Q in the doing. Swoon!

An afternoon walk down to the wharf was edifying:

And Saturday evening...late, late, at the end of the night, I made an earth-shattering discovery:

Hands down, the best beer I've ever had.

Sunday was a delicious cycle of nap-eat-read-doze-repeat. We took Mr.Q's bandmate out to Molly's Reach for a birthday lunch. Like a git, I didn't take any photos...but here's one from our trip out there last fall - and the weather was about the same!

That's about as Candian as you can get, short of playing lacrosse against a moose while eating maple syrup in a blizzard.

(Me, I'll take the salmon burger any day.)

Back to "real" life...sigh! But it's not so bad. The new carpet should be installed & the Magic Room back together by the end of the week at the latest. Also, we're hammering out an escape plan from That Job. And in the meantime, I've got a morning class with a particulary great dynamic, so the actual classroom work is a lot of fun.

They've started doing the wave when I announce a grammar exercise. I didn't know that much sarcasm could be expressed through gesture, but they do it exceptionally well. It keeps everybody laughing. And on last week's test, a common "r-l" spelling mix-up led to this vocab definition:

Ozone layer: The layer that protects the earth from bad lays.

Oh, how I wish I could market that version!

1 comment:

Sarah, Grand-Dutchess of Serendipity said...

I just got home from work and am sitting here with a glass of wine laughing my arse off. I love you!