Updated on August 3, 2015
There’s something about living in a city that I will never get tired of. It has something to do with the inordinate number of strange people who congregate that adds a certain unpredictable interestingness. For example, in the span of one hour, the following happened:
– While waiting for the train, we were surrounded by the stench of cheap booze. Looking up and we found two guys, hanging out in the Brentwood station drinking Alberta Genuine Draft. In addition to it being only 3 o’clock, one of these two “gentlemen” had cut the top of his can open, with a knife. No pull tabs for him!
– While on the train, a family with two small boys get on. It turned out that I wanted to get off at the same stop as them, so as I’m heading to the door, their small son sticks his hand between my legs to push me out of the way so he can get to the door ahead of me. Seeing as how their son was ahead of them, the rest of the family proceeded to shove me out of the way, too.
– While waiting in line at the bubble tea shop, one of the workers there was chatting to a friend of his who was visiting. Apparently, his weekend consisted of tattooing his own hand and robbing a Dairy Queen. The evidence of the tattoo was right there in front of me, so I knew that part was true. Did he really knock over a Dairy Queen? Who knows. He was definitely stoned, judging by the size of his pupils, so maybe he just thought he had.
And that brings me to the entire purpose of the excursion. My wonderful friend Allison has quit her job and is moving to Costa Rica to be with her fiancee. I’m loving her spirit on this one, but we’ve been trying to hang out as much as possible before she goes.
So, it was off to get some bubble tea downtown. I’ve never had bubble tea before, so it was an experience for me. I was worried it was going to be a lot like that failed mid-90s drink, Orbitz, but thankfully, this stuff was good. Really good. If it was possible, I would have some more right now, but I don’t live near any bubble tea shops.
All in all, it was a fun day. I’m really going to miss Allison, but she’s one of those people with whom I don’t have to worry about our friendship. As it stands, with her being just in Costa Rica, I’m thinking that while I’m down in Nicaragua this summer, it would be pretty awesome to meet up with her. Of course, I’d rather meet her on her side of the border, seeing as how it would mean another country to add to my list of places I’ve been. I need to get cracking on that just in case I don’t live past 95…