Friday Night:
A wonderful dinner accompanied by the one and only Elise Bradwell. A pitcher of Sangria was shared as she enjoyed a chicken souvlaki platter and I enjoyed my roast lamb dish. We discussed the future baby shower we have been planning and caught up on the weeks past events. After dinner we quickly distributed the grey goose into water bottles of cranberry cocktail and took the sea bus to SHINE. The bar was underground and there was no line, we made it down in record time and enjoyed the hip hop and old school hits  thumping through the hot club air. Danced my ass off with Elise while we shimmied from one side of the bar to the other dodging the randoms dancing up in our back business. Many highballs, a free jagger bomb and a good ol’ fashioned ass grabs were enjoyed by some. It was great getting down until the closing hours of the night.

Saturday Afternoon:
My hangover dissipated by mid morning and Matt and I ventured up Grouse Mountain for the day. 5500 feet above the city you could see  the entire lower mainland. We watched lumber jacks, saw grizzly bears, timber wolves, eagles, hawks, a BARN OWL (omg) and meandered about the mountain top in the sunshine. We enjoyed a cheeseburger and a cold beer on the patio overlooking the city, and I had never had a more thirst quenching drink in my life. We took a chair lift to the peak and I realized what a great day I was having, and that it wouldn’t have been as awesome with anyone else.

Saturday Night:
Lola and Elise picked me up after grocery shopping for our Kill Bill marathon. We spent the evening making chicken burgers on the BBQ and watching volume 1 and 2 —- amazingly Elise had never seen the second half which both shocked and horrified me. By the end of the second film I was exhausted from spending the day in the sunshine. I had an awesome night’s sleep.

Sunday:
I left the house at 9:30 to get in the HUGE truck which was rented for the dirt bike excursion. I faced my own shot nerves and decided to jump out of my comfort zone and do something out of the ordinary. A friend of a friend has a bunch of dirt bikes and we drove them up to Squamish to some trails and we took turns learning how to ride. I am not going to lie and say I was a pro by the end of it, and my nerves were still shaky as my bike took off and the concept of gas in the palm of my hand was foreign. I jerked around with not even a sliver of grace to back me up. I jerked around while I tried to decipher gear changes and clutches. I wound up taking off and screaming into the air while I nearly took myself and the bike off a cliff. I had a smooth ride up the flat lane ahead and felt like I had proven myself as a dirt bike bad ass and made my way back to the cooler and cracked a drink and enjoyed lounging in the lawn chair looking dirt biker chic in my black bandana and checkered belt.


All in all that was the best weekend I have had in quite some time.