a interesting day
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
This was a good weekend. After seeing Mr Yoon off, we went for a long lazy march through Stanley Park, where we were eventually met by Ken. We then headed off to North Vancouver, where I discovered a new (to me) beach while the rest of the gang bought second-hand books (I decided it would be foolhardy to even step inside given I'll be packing next week). While on the beach:
- I witnessed a strange hysterical war of words between a group of Chinese folks and some others of indeterminate Asian variety
- A woman with the same tattoo as mine (the dragon one)
- I got crapped on by a gull (just as I was packing away my camera to approach the woman with the tattoo)! Again! I used to laugh off getting hit with birdsh*t as a harmless goof, but it's been six times now. This time the damn thing (a gull, I think) got me in the crotch, just to the side of front and center.
Anyway, we went back to the west end and dropped Heidi off. I quickly changed pants at my place, and we took in a baseball game. The Vancouver Canadians dropped a close game with an uneven score of 7-1 to the visitors from Boise. It was fun. Not "I'm hooked" fun, but fun. Certainly better than non-big-leagues hockey (shudder, OHL). One amusing thing that happened; the MC or whatever you call the guy who plays the sound effects liked to put on an edgy show. At one point just when everyone was finding their seats, Amanda Plummer's voice rang out yelling the Pulp Fiction line, "Any of you f*cking pigs moves, and I'll execute every [mofo] last one of you!" We assumed it was an accident.
P.S. Even pro leagues with teams in Boise and Vancouver seem to get quite a number of groupies, so if you're a young fella who's good at baseball and have no plans, you might consider spending a few years hitting base runs for bleached blondes. I suspect you could do worse.