Beautiful, enticing, the perfect wake up like the time I went into White Spot and got for breakfast a Legendary with their amazing hash browns on the side. The Vancouver sun (we own it, you didn’t know? One of our astronauts put our flag on it) was up and about bright and early today, making the cherry blossoms sparkle strawberry pockys (weird reference, ay?). With 8 days or so left before the big adventure across the states and possibly beyond, I thought it best that I spent the day doing something productive. I must mention to beer enthuists, while it is a wonderful theory to think that you can drink beer and perform chores, its another thing to actually put that theory to use. I can definitely tell you that biking is hilarious drunk, unsafe, but hilarious, but it isn’t conducive to anything productive I can think of except possibly keeping drivers on their toes. So…today…it was time to test out my bike legs.

I hopped on the bike, packed my backpack with a few cards (some ID, a card that pretends to have money on it..etc) and headed out to my first destination. Where was that you may ask? Well my friends, our young hero was seeking adventure…and where better to find it than in Burnaby, voted the city to least likely motivate you to apply to a post secondary school. Kidding. Burnaby is pretty and junk. 25km and an hour and a bit later I was in Burnaby at a battery shop buying a longer lasting battery for my vidcam. I love these smaller retail shops. You enter to witness what looks like an eviction notice was given and the occupiers of this place had only 20 minutes to pack all they own in random cardboard boxes with no labels. But the gentleman behind the towering blue desk covered in a papermache-d level of paper was able to find the right battery, as well as give me some info about it. The Apple Store scares the shit out of me. Like all this tech stuff is for nerds, right… and they don’t even try to emulate a nerd’s layer. Everything is pristine, the computers are all laid out nicely and there is a lot of dead space. I always feel that whoever approaches me to see if I need help knows more about the new “The _______” album than computers. One of then was even sporting Crocs…not sporting…no…even wearing sounds like too good a word for Crocs. Just call them ugly loafers with holes in it. But they returned my stuff without a receipt and over the 14 day return window, so I guess I can live feeling that I am in the flight deck of the movie Apollo 13. Anywhoo…50 clix today and I feel great. Good to know my body remembers the being in shape thing or I’d be screwed. Ice cream is good in the fridge for a long while. Selling your old stuff is hard, but why not let it be someone’s new stuff to enjoy as much as you did when it was new to you…and was literally new.

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