Day 2+3=yippeeee

Arrest warrants! Plane crashes! Weed smoking locals and game 7 of the World Series. To say the next 2 days after the last Blog were eventful is a bit of an understatement.

Ok, so the arrest warrant is a bit exaggerated but the rest is true. A plane really did crash at Vancouver Airport and seeing as I already had a mild to serious fear of flying, I'd better practice my cross country jogging and Transatlantic swimming if I ever plan on going home.

People here remain ridiculously nice to the point that I immediately initiated a conversation with the first people I heard use the word "f**k". Thank God people swear here. I had visions of me having to go outside to a designated swearing area so as not to offend some delicate sensibilities.

A little FYI or rather for my information: these people are nuts about smoking. Never mind the fact that it is illegal to smoke weed and drink alcohol on the street, or anywhere for that matter (Ahem, NO it wasn't me). I got scolded for not standing PRECISELY 6 feet from the door with my cigarette. But, my pot smoking, beer swilling neighbourooney went un-scolded and then proceeded to inform me that smoking cigarettes is bad for you. Thanks for the memo Cheech, I'll be sure to pass that information on to the good people at High Times Magazine.

Learned something else new today. Baseball is the most boring sport known to mankind and I've watched the World Chess Championship. Having watched "A League of Their Own" some 57 times since I was young, I was expecting something a little more exciting, perhaps a sibling rivalry and would it be too much to ask for the catcher to do the splits when catching a foul ball? I guess Tom Hanks was wrong, there IS crying in Baseball, especially for the Texas Rangers.

Food wise the Canadian bacon experienced in Blog one is, thus far, the peak of culinary delights. Everything after it has been utter crap. I'm not sure if its because the bacon was so go damn amazing that nothing else could top it or maybe its just that any food that has followed is just that: Utter crap. But there's only so many places you can go on your own with a book and look cool, actually really its only in Starbucks you can do that, so I wait for Chris to join me tomorrow. I've seen at least 16 restaurants on Granville Street alone that I have to try out so I hope he's hungry.

So this is officially day 3 and I still don't want to go home. That can only be a good thing seeing as I'm meant to be here a year. Only 362 days to go.

PS: Beers with my new buddies tonight. The couple are like a younger Sonny and Cher and the other dude is my replacement Richie Gleeson but you know, Canadian. I wasn't expecting friends before a work permit (which I shoulda got at the airport upon arrival, hence potential arrest warrant), but whatever, I have to get all these things at some point, don't think the order matters. Or does it?

Over and Out.