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You are smack dab, in the middle of an all Rebecca weekend! A birthday weekend, at that. I think it is fitting that my first, real night of going out in downtown Vancouver would be now. The crazy part is that since we already live downtown, going out downtown doesn’t really seem like “going out.” More so, when you go someplace where it’s “happening”, but don’t have too far to go in terms of getting home, you don’t really feel like you’ve gone very far to have a good time. I’m not sure if that makes sense, but as much as we did last night, it was a far trip to climb into bed when all was said and done. Jen and Sean had a bit further to go, but at least there wasn’t much to worry about since they can count on a free place to park downtown.

We also went bowling. This wasn’t your run of the mill bowling that I’m usually used to. I had only heard of five pin bowling from Rebecca back when we first met. Yes, only five pins. The balls are about the size of softballs, but heavier. I could hurl them down the lane all too easily, rehashing the skill I once harbored during my bowling league days as a teenager. I still own my own ball. I think it still fits my hand. Regardless, five pin is a whole, new world. Fun, but takes some getting used to.

Fran wanted to take Rebecca out for lunch today for her birthday, even though it’s tomorrow. Since we had the car, we ventured over to the north shore and up to Horseshoe Bay. It’s an incredibly beautiful area. Tree covered mountains draped in clouds, reaching all the way to the water. People carve places to build a home where they can only to learn that bears were there first. I had heard of this area from Rebecca’s stories, but the only other piece of knowledge that I had about the place was about the ferry that ran amok during the summer last year. You could see where they had rebuilt docks that the massive boat destroyed. It was hard not to picture as we sat by the window at the Boathouse Restaurant, watching the ferries come and go.

There are parts of me that wonders about driving and missing that ability to get behind the wheel, but it’s a thought that seldom sticks with me very long. I love being able to stare out the window and see all these new surroundings go by. It’s just that fear that if you close your eyes, you’re going to miss something. Just wanting to take everything in that I can. There’s no way I can remember it all, or that I’ll even be able to recall what I saw ten minutes after the imagine hit the back of my brain. I’m just in a constant state of awe with this area. Even after this long, nothing seems old to me yet.