So I knew this was gonna happen and I did try to avoid the worst of it but still....
So I was all set to move apartments on the 2nd of November and then a couple weeks out some people from work decided that the 1st would be a good night for "team building" in town. I could see the moving day being very rough. So during the week I did my best to organised myself to minimise any thinking and physical activity so I packed up all my things into bags/boxes and chucked a couple of things in my car.
So Friday night was pretty good. We went to Yaletown Brewery and had a few, then hit up a couple of other places. I was a fairly good boy though and gorged on pizza whenever I saw it and tried to drink heaps of water during the night. Later on the others decided a strip club was a good idea. A few of us didn't think that sounded that crash hot so we went to another place and played pool and drank more beer. After that I txt my new flatmate to see if she was still out. Turned out she was still drinking at a pub so I went along to say giday and pick up my keys. I had another couple of beers there with some neighbors to be and then tried to head home. Goddamn busses. Goddamn bloody busses. I got to the stop just as the bus was leaving. Which meant that it was another half an hour or something to the next bus. Finally home about 3am.
Up again at 8am. I was still fully clothed and all the lights were on in the house. I was extremely tired but I had luckily avoided the worst of the hangover symptoms. But it was still pretty rough packing all my shit in my car and talking to my landlord. I still had a bit of cleaning to do when he turned up but he was pretty chill about it so not to many worries. I was pretty stoked to fit everything I own in my car, which also felt pretty weird. Made it to the new place and only spent about 15min finding my parking space. Went out for breakfast/lunch with my new flatmate and then moved some stuff in. Unfortunately I cannot adequately articulate how rough the day was on here.
On Sunday I had a good sleep in, which was made better by daylight saving finishing. I think I slept for around 10 hours or something. Woke up to a pretty cracker day too and a sweet view from my new place:
Then Miranda picked me up and we went out to do the BCMC trail up Grouse. I tried to go as fast as possible but got a bit lost at the top. I ended up doing about 1 hour 10 min but I think I could have snuck under an hour if it wasn't for the detour. We carried on up the track for another half hour or so and run into some snow for some cool photos:
We were gonna eat up at the place up the top but we decided we were too hungry and it would probably cost more arms and legs than we were willing to part with so we went down to North Van for a delicious Burger and Ceasar at the Village taphouse.
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