We slept like queens. A deep restless sleep that only broke when the sun started to shine through the curtains. We didn’t have much of a plan for Sunday besides enjoying our last full day in Vancouver. A massage, food, and laughing. That’s about as far as we got with our planning our day, typical girl’s trip.
A little research showed that a mile or so away was a great coffee shop, so we headed in that direction. Wanting to stretch out our legs a little and get some fresh air, we decided to walk. It was a bit brisk and somewhat overcast.
Near our apartment, there was quite a bit of construction we had to dodge and weave under.
I felt like we were a traveling artist group. For two seconds. And then realized we don’t sing well… and that dream crumbled – remembering last year in Chicago screaming to Lady Gaga at the top of our lungs… #earmuffs
The cute coffee shop we headed to is called 49th Parallel and we entered it with our stomach’s grumbling.
They share space with Lucky’s Doughnuts – and why wouldn’t that be the case? Good coffee and good doughnuts belong within whispering distance of one another.
The branding catches my eye within seconds and we don’t leave the shop without a few tshirts, mugs and other 49th Parallel swag.
We picked a few doughnuts to share- it was hard to choose – I wanted one of everything! We found a circle booth and spent the morning laughing, gossiping, and reliving past memories. Sipping on our iced lattes, hot coffee, and chai teas.
What a glorious time. I cherish spending these types of moments with my ladies. It doesn’t matter how much time we spend apart, when we get together for girl’s trip – it’s like we never parted!
After a few hours at the 49th Parallel, we figured it was time to give up our prime seating to some of the other patrons waiting to nestle in for a few hours. We began walking on the overcast Vancouver streets towards a spot for brunch. Believe it or not, we had spent a few hours at the coffee shop. We walked to our apartment, changed clothes, and headed in the direction of a spot we wanted to explore for brunch. When Miss Molly’s in the group, we WILL be finding a brunch spot on Sunday. She’s a brunch-hunting queen!
This took place at a small, but incredibly busy restaurant called Fable. This is one of your traditional fable to table hot spots (which I LOVE!) – whose marketing and design is also one for the record books.
Talk about not judging a book by it’s cover. That seems to be all I do. A menu, a price sheet, art on the wall… it gets me every time!
Inside Fable it was packed to the brim with patrons. An entire wall was a chalkboard filled with doodles and designs. There were backlit images of farm life.
The light overhead was designed with pitchforks (hello, farm life!)
And you know what we did at Fable? While we sipped on our brunch beverages (mimosas and caesar’s [i.e. bloody mary])? While we enjoyed a Sunday morning with wholesome individuals eating farm-fresh food? We brought out Cards Against Humanity. Right there in front of everyone. The risqué game of unbelievable combinations and inappropriate words. Nothing phases us!
My favorite combination of the afternoon? This one right here:
(sorry for being scandalous, G-ma!)
I ordered the Farmer’s Muffin [salad, rosti, sausage, scrambled eggs, cheddar and tomato jam]. Divine and delicious.
After Fable we started our trek towards the direction of a beach. We didn’t have a lot planned, but knew we wanted to see some water, some mountains, lay in the sun, and get massages at some point. The sun was shining and we were toasty warm. Towards the beach we headed, and found our own little spot in the sand to curl up and sun-worship for a few moments.
Halfway through our lounging. We had to split up – half had massages at one time, the other half later on. Meg & Moll took the first appointments. Carla, Kates and I giggled on the beach for another half hour.
We weren’t sure how long it would take to get to the spa we booked appointments at – so we gathered our tennis shoes and walked back to the main road to hail a taxi. It drove the three of us to a little downtown shopping spot where Pink Lime Salon & Spa was located.
It didn’t take as long as we thought – and now had 45 minutes to kill before our massages were scheduled. We meandered down the strip of restaurants and bars, searching for a little watering hole to grab a drink at. The Distillery looked inviting, and we sidled up to the bar for a quick one.
I don’t remember all that much about my cocktail besides the fact that it was strong and served in a tin cup which I thought that was neat-o. Our bartender was dressed from the prohibition error and held a conversation well while we picked his brains about life, love and the pursuit of happiness. As you can see, we had the place to our selves and as always, enjoyed our time there.
Our time was up and we headed to Pink Lime. It seemed the spa had their panties in a bundle because they didn’t seem to have much organization. We had three massage appointments and two masseuses available. Unless Vancouver-masseuses had some magical technique where they could massage two people at once, it just didn’t add up. Carla decided to sit this one out and headed to explore the other shops with Meg and Molls while Kates and I got some knots loosened.
As you can see, the plush robes were nice. I enjoyed them. Kates and I hung out in the waiting lounge until the rooms were ready. Our masseuses walked up and introduced themselves and led us both into the same room. There were two tables there and candles lit. Cue the romantic spa music. When the masseuses instructed us to unrobe before they left the room to let us do so… we lost it. #giggles Apparently we’re getting a couple’s massage. We shrugged and said, “whatever!” as we threw off our robes and hung them up behind the door. Best friends for about 16 years… a little nakedness doesn’t throw us off.
Sixty minutes later, we gathered our clothes and settled our bill at the front desk. The other girls were found noshing at a restaurant down the way. They settled their tab and left. We jumped on the underground subway in hopes we were heading in the direction of our apartment. Only slightly turned around, we ended up walking quite aways. Now the time is about 7:00pm and we are, surprise surprise, hungry.
That little spot located near our home base, Tap & Barrel, seemed as good a place as any to grab one last little dining experience.
The sun was setting, the mood was positive. We played another round of CAH while we sat on the rooftop and the day slowly turned to night.