Bizonkulous

Friday James and I headed out to Langley to spend the weekend at his dad’s. His cousin (who lives with his dad) is graduating from university, and a bunch of the cousins were over. They’re all pretty cool, we had a good time hanging out.

Saturday, James’ old roomie’s wedding. The ceremony itself was nice, short and to the point. The reception was the complete opposite and hella boring. At any hypothetical future wedding reception of mine, nothing even close to approximating an “open mic” will ever come into the picture. There will be NO SPEECHES. No relating of childhood memories either. Slide shows are right out. And I will serve REALLY GOOD food. The buffet was slim pickins, if you’re not into animal products. I think I had peas & carrots, potatoes, and iceberg lettuce.

Anyway, it was a super day and between wedding and reception we had a nice drive through Yarrow to visit the organic flour mill and I came home with 10 kg of the lovely white stuff. And since my favourite one of James’ aunt lives fairly close (near-ish Cultus Lake) we hung out with her as well.

Saturday night - dinner at James’ OTHER aunt & uncle’s house (this makes about three I’ve mentioned now… his dad has 10 siblings okay?). It was kinda ehh. I feel out of place there. I rode my bike there and back. Biking in Langley sucks big time.

Sunday - was a perfect day. Had a nice 13 km bike ride to church. Almost stuck my front wheel in a massive pothole at about 35 km/h. I planned to ride home from there (35 km) but wimped out, partially because Patullo Bridge is worse riding than just about anywhere in Langley, and I always get lost in New West. I ended up riding to King George, then skytraining to Royal Oak, then riding home from there, just under 21 km.

Went over to James’ house in the afternoon, walked to Queen Elizabeth Park (huge park with beautiful gardens and trees and lawns and duck ponds built in an old quarry) where we sat up in a tree drinking beer for a while. Apple beer. It was pretty good… only slightly beery tasting, which is fine because I don’t like beery all that much.

Came home, had dinner, made cookies, visited my friend Morgan who broke his collarbone yesterday, had a rousing game of scrabble. Way past my bedtime now.