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Got up this morning and went for my regular dental checkup. I either have gum disease, or am just about there depending on who you ask. It's my own damn fault, I have had lousy brushing/flossing habits all my life, and if I don't deal with it and make new habits right now the damage will become irreversible. I still have time, though, so I guess as of today I floss every single day no matter what, and I rinse every night with a Perio Med fluoride treatment. It's either that, or have my teeth start falling out.
The day improved dramatically after I left the dentist's office. I hit the road and headed north, stopping in Bellingham for lunch. I actually went into Bellis Fair, out of a morbid sense of nostalgia. I hadn't set foot in that mall since 1995. It was a very strange experience to walk through it remembering little things that had happened here or there. Nothing traumatic or earth-shattering, just a comfortable I'm-glad-I'm-not-here-anymore vibe.
After lunch I headed on into Canada. My internal radar worked surprisingly well given that I have only ever gone to Vancouver with friends who know their way around. I found my way directly to Death by Chocolate, parked at the closest garage, and went for a little afternoon treat. From there I hit the Virgin superstore looking for a copy of Ginger Snaps on DVD. The Canadian release has a much better quality transfer, plus tons of extra features that were left off of the U.S. release. Unfortunately they did not have it. On the other hand, they did have The Hole -- a nifty little thriller starring Thora Birch that was never released in the U.S. It was even on sale, so I grabbed that instead.
I then proceeded to pretty much wander around Vancouver for the afternoon. I went to Gastown, and stumbled across the very first Indian restaurant I had ever eaten at.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damashita took me there two lifetimes ago, back when we were first dating. I also walked over to the chinatown area, after first passing through a Very Bad Neighborhood. As per usual, all of the street people looked at me and assumed I was a cop. I don't quite understand why I give off such a cop vibe, but it was obvious as drug deals paused while I passed by.
After several hours of wandering the streets of Vancouver, I headed up to Stanley Park and sat on a rock near the totem poles and read my book while the sun went down. It was very peaceful, and fulfilled my primary objective for the day.
Eventually I packed up and headed south again. At one point I passed a taxi that was a Toyota Prius painted up in bright yellow, and thought it was pretty dang cool. I stopped somewhere or other for a late dinner, I couldn't even tell you where I was. They did have a tv turned on to a sports network, though, and as I glanced up at it once during my meal I swear the text on the screen said it was showing highlights from the "Giants vs. Daleks" baseball game. Huh. I didn't even know that daleks could swing a bat. I should think they would be easy to throw out at first as well, but there you go. Then again, maybe I should have put my glasses back on...
I made it over the border crossing with a minimum of fuss. The border inspection officer was obviously suspicious about a single person who drives into Canada alone for the afternoon just to hang out, but was satisfied after looking in my trunk and failing to find and drugs, weapons, or undeclared fresh produce.
The rest of the drive home was uneventful, which was just fine by me. Plenty of time to relax and enjoy the humming tires on pavement, but not so long that I had to worry about getting tired.
Speaking of tired, that is exactly what I am now. Off to bed, and tomorrow I'll tell you about how Ben is reacting to his new medication....
Got up this morning and went for my regular dental checkup. I either have gum disease, or am just about there depending on who you ask. It's my own damn fault, I have had lousy brushing/flossing habits all my life, and if I don't deal with it and make new habits right now the damage will become irreversible. I still have time, though, so I guess as of today I floss every single day no matter what, and I rinse every night with a Perio Med fluoride treatment. It's either that, or have my teeth start falling out.
The day improved dramatically after I left the dentist's office. I hit the road and headed north, stopping in Bellingham for lunch. I actually went into Bellis Fair, out of a morbid sense of nostalgia. I hadn't set foot in that mall since 1995. It was a very strange experience to walk through it remembering little things that had happened here or there. Nothing traumatic or earth-shattering, just a comfortable I'm-glad-I'm-not-here-anymore vibe.
After lunch I headed on into Canada. My internal radar worked surprisingly well given that I have only ever gone to Vancouver with friends who know their way around. I found my way directly to Death by Chocolate, parked at the closest garage, and went for a little afternoon treat. From there I hit the Virgin superstore looking for a copy of Ginger Snaps on DVD. The Canadian release has a much better quality transfer, plus tons of extra features that were left off of the U.S. release. Unfortunately they did not have it. On the other hand, they did have The Hole -- a nifty little thriller starring Thora Birch that was never released in the U.S. It was even on sale, so I grabbed that instead.
I then proceeded to pretty much wander around Vancouver for the afternoon. I went to Gastown, and stumbled across the very first Indian restaurant I had ever eaten at.
damashita took me there two lifetimes ago, back when we were first dating. I also walked over to the chinatown area, after first passing through a Very Bad Neighborhood. As per usual, all of the street people looked at me and assumed I was a cop. I don't quite understand why I give off such a cop vibe, but it was obvious as drug deals paused while I passed by.After several hours of wandering the streets of Vancouver, I headed up to Stanley Park and sat on a rock near the totem poles and read my book while the sun went down. It was very peaceful, and fulfilled my primary objective for the day.
Eventually I packed up and headed south again. At one point I passed a taxi that was a Toyota Prius painted up in bright yellow, and thought it was pretty dang cool. I stopped somewhere or other for a late dinner, I couldn't even tell you where I was. They did have a tv turned on to a sports network, though, and as I glanced up at it once during my meal I swear the text on the screen said it was showing highlights from the "Giants vs. Daleks" baseball game. Huh. I didn't even know that daleks could swing a bat. I should think they would be easy to throw out at first as well, but there you go. Then again, maybe I should have put my glasses back on...
I made it over the border crossing with a minimum of fuss. The border inspection officer was obviously suspicious about a single person who drives into Canada alone for the afternoon just to hang out, but was satisfied after looking in my trunk and failing to find and drugs, weapons, or undeclared fresh produce.
The rest of the drive home was uneventful, which was just fine by me. Plenty of time to relax and enjoy the humming tires on pavement, but not so long that I had to worry about getting tired.
Speaking of tired, that is exactly what I am now. Off to bed, and tomorrow I'll tell you about how Ben is reacting to his new medication....