This post is a couple of months overdue, but I’ve been really busy…. killing garden vegetables, cutting crusts off sandwiches and sweeping the floors every few hours.
I nursed baby girl for the last time on her first birthday and the next morning we high tailed it out of our teeny tiny town to Vancouver for our anniversary. Our friends holding down the fort at home as a baby sitting trade off.
I booked us a swanky place on hotwire and once we checked in we stumbled across an ahmazing seafood restaurant called Joe Fortes. When you walk in you feel like you are entering an old cruise ship. With cascading wooden staircases, white-shirt staff with elongated aprons smiling at you from every angle and a champagne buzz saturating the air.
We sat up on the roof, ordered some cool drinks and I launched myself back into the culinary universe. I wanted to start safe after nine months without gluten or dairy. I went with some fish tacos and Conor got something I still can’t pronounce or spell but it starts with a C, was full of seafood and he loved it.
It was at this point I learned that Instagramming your food increases its flavour by 72%. Weird I know, but it’s science, who am I to argue?
Then we made our way to some shopping. Now here is where you are thinking he handed me a pristine visa and whispered: “baby you deserve everything, go spoil yourself and don’t hold back”. You WOULD think. No, this was a record setting shopping trip. I even went into H&M and only spent twenty bucks. H&M PEOPLE!
What actually happened was I led Conor from shop to shop handing him things to try on. Then I waited at the fitting room to compliment his biceps and tell him he’s cute. Then I pulled out my hundies at the till and treated my man. Yes, I Pretty Woman’ed him.
And cause we are an equal opportunity household I even carried his loot. Mostly because he dead dropped the bag when I pointed out the picture on it. I don’t know what his problem was with having a lifeguard on a bag….one named Hansel…..who will apply your tanning lotion in the hard to reach areas…..and rescue you at sea….with his sexiness.
So by now, it’s dinner time and we went to a place, the Market, at the suggestion of one of my sister in laws, who has great taste in food. (They both do, for the record). She knew we were going so she had two glasses of rose and an appy sent to us. I thought this only happened in the movies, it made me tear up. Conor was so touched too, so much so that he suggested we ‘selfie’ his sister.
So Selfie Her we did!
It was an incredible meal. Next time we want to go and do the tasting menu which featured so many local foods in unique ways.
So, onto Granville for some drinks….
Which turned into crashing the Roxy at 9:30pm. Yes, the Roxy. Yes, 9:30pm. But it wasn’t so bad, the band was already there. There were young boys warming up their mack daddy game and a Stagette on its last legs.
So we thought we’d get adventurous and we became a threesome, yup shit gets wild at the Roxy. We invited Tom Collins to join us and bring all his Gin-ny goodness our way. As the hours passed the crowd grew around us, the music was pumping, and pretty soon we were singing at the top of our lungs and making out on the dance floor to Gangsta’s Paradise. That jam just never gets old.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is were my gluten and dairy free opening ceremony hit its high note….. the ANACONDA. Disclaimer necessary: only attempt the Anaconda under the supervision of Gin and with a partner to spot you.
And some more selfies that Tom took for us.
|1. I’m tired. 2. Oh you’re taking a picture? 3. I better be sexy then 4. Now show me how sexy that picture was|
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