gung hey fat choi
Feb. 3rd, 2012 10:12 amToday's fog is actually blue, and moving in off the water. I can see the next couple of condos fine but Stanley Park is gone in all directions.
The problem with writing a post summing up two weeks at 10:30 at night is that I inevitably leave out something awesome or important or both. In this case it was the very wet New Year parade in Chinatown last Sunday. E-- had come up from Seattle the night before, and the three of us met up with semilocal J-- to stand in the rain and cold and watch a parade.
Lots of bright colors (a blessing in the Vancouver winter), lots of lion dancers and long paper dragons on sticks. Also lots of plastic ponchos, because there's no point in getting your nice silk outfit soaked through. There was even a pipe band, although they weren't associated with Gung Haggis Fat Choy (which is apparently a real thing).
The weather was just unpleasant enough that we all started getting cold after standing around for an hour or so, so we crammed into New Town Bakery with a zillion other people. At least it was warm. Eventually tasty buns were acquired for lunchish, and we wandered off (past a bomb-disposal robot out as part of a demonstration) to someplace a little less crowded.
The plan had been for us less J-- to head down to Granville Island and wander around a bit, but the cold and damp and tired caused us to think better of that idea. So we went home and sat in front of the fireplace and drank hot chocolate and talked books for an hour or so instead. Good company, good times.
There was no cake to celebrate International Eat Some Cake Day, but we did make it out to the dessert restaurant the next day. Close enough.
And now it's the Year of the Water Dragon, which I guess makes it my year, or something. And the fog has all burned off. I suppose I should do something with this nice bright weather we've got today. I'm thinking pancakes bigger than my head for lunch.
The problem with writing a post summing up two weeks at 10:30 at night is that I inevitably leave out something awesome or important or both. In this case it was the very wet New Year parade in Chinatown last Sunday. E-- had come up from Seattle the night before, and the three of us met up with semilocal J-- to stand in the rain and cold and watch a parade.
Lots of bright colors (a blessing in the Vancouver winter), lots of lion dancers and long paper dragons on sticks. Also lots of plastic ponchos, because there's no point in getting your nice silk outfit soaked through. There was even a pipe band, although they weren't associated with Gung Haggis Fat Choy (which is apparently a real thing).
The weather was just unpleasant enough that we all started getting cold after standing around for an hour or so, so we crammed into New Town Bakery with a zillion other people. At least it was warm. Eventually tasty buns were acquired for lunchish, and we wandered off (past a bomb-disposal robot out as part of a demonstration) to someplace a little less crowded.
The plan had been for us less J-- to head down to Granville Island and wander around a bit, but the cold and damp and tired caused us to think better of that idea. So we went home and sat in front of the fireplace and drank hot chocolate and talked books for an hour or so instead. Good company, good times.
There was no cake to celebrate International Eat Some Cake Day, but we did make it out to the dessert restaurant the next day. Close enough.
And now it's the Year of the Water Dragon, which I guess makes it my year, or something. And the fog has all burned off. I suppose I should do something with this nice bright weather we've got today. I'm thinking pancakes bigger than my head for lunch.