A Perfect Weekend

I have had a perfect weekend.

No such thing, you say?  Well, says I, behold the evidence.

Evidence #1: It Was Three Days Long

Thank you, Canada, for being born and allowing us to celebrate you away from work.

Evidence #2: It Involved Theatre

Friday evening, good friend Stephen and I hit up Bard on the Beach for a picnic, a tiny lecture by Artistic Director Christopher Gaze, and As You Like It in Bard’s new, immense Main Stage tent.  The production was fabulous, the company was super, and I got to bump into my (awesome) fellow Bard employees.

Side note: I biked to the site, and somehow on the way home Stephen and I managed to lose both my helmet and my bike lock.  Now, normally this would be a major minus for any potentially perfect weekend – I commute to work via bike now (I know!!), so without a shell for my melon, I feel a little uncertain on the roads (plus, I could get ticketed).  Total inconvenience.  But I hardly minded – the weekend was that good.

Evidence #3: It Involved the Beach

On Saturday, I biked with good friends Andrea, Erika, and Lester, to Third Beach in Stanley Park.  It was… incredible.  Sunshine, swimsuit, sand, swimming in the ocean – and I did all this without getting sunburned.  Then we biked back again, and ate at The Foundation (yum).  In summer, with the ocean and the sailboats and the shiny seaside condos with all their windows, Vancouver doesn’t look real.  I can’t believe I live here.

Evidence #4: It Involved a House Party

Saturday evening found us at friend Kaitlin’s house for what was technically an improv party that allowed the writers to crash.  I caught up with some pals, ate two-bite brownies, and did really not much mingling and still had a fantastic time.  Thanks, Kaitlin!

Evidence #5: It Involved Sunday Lunch

Rhoda came over today for lunch, which I managed to cook successfully (full disclosure: I used prepared chicken stuffed with cheesy broccoli goodness).  We spent the afternoon swapping stories, and then to cap it off, baked cookies (also a success).  I feel full up of happiness.

So now I’m doing laundry (oh my glamourous life) and sitting in a big puddle of thankfulness.  It could be summer all the time.  I’d be okay with that.

 

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