celebrating love with a backyard soirée
celebrating love with a backyard soirée
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.
After a particularly long day of work, more work, and promos. I passed the window of a mattress store. Inside were plush mattress. No coverings, sheets or duvets. Just naked mattresses. I had a temporary moment of “whoever can get me into this store with a sleep mask and one hour of silence is about to get home cooked meals for a year, and housekeeping!”
A late night tour of some random dude’s $4 million shoreline Lake Minnetonka home left me drooling and dreaming of a day when I’m truly financially free to have the McMansion home of my dreams. A wood-carved sink in the guest bathroom isn’t necessary for mine, though. All I really want people, is a beautiful home to entertain friends and family every weekend. I want enough bedrooms for four kids, and space for two dogs to run around. I want a few guest bedrooms so my best friends can safely get ‘high-school’ intoxicated off my new Pomegranate Sunrise cocktail. The Lamborghini and Bentley chilling in the garage were beautiful… but, not my style.
Less than ideal temperatures, oh around 102 and sticky hot, means some of us have to resort to being creative. Take this little dude, for example. He was pretending his body was a jet as he lay in front of the industrial fans.
Apparently TCBY now has frozen Greek yogurt. What?! Found a location that carried the Greek Honey Vanilla and I dashed. No… sprinted, to get some. Zero calories my friend, pair it with strawberries. You can thank me later.
I was on cat-sitting duty for much of the last week. Apparently cat poop stinks just as bad as every other animal in this kingdom. But their pee, that is the strongest, most acidic scent known to mankind. I had to suit up and prepare myself for battle on more than one occasion.
The world is mesmerized with the Olympic Games 2012. I enjoy everything about the Olympics. But what I truly, hands down, love to watch is gymnastics. When you were a gymnast at some point in your life (and I was), you can absolutely respect the skill and unbelievable risk-taking these gentleman and ladies are undertaking. Throughout the past couple days, I find myself clenching, holding onto the arm rests of chairs with a death grip, holding my breath, the whole nine yards. I’m impressed beyond all measures. And the gentleman… they are built like little tanks. Compact and insanely muscular (+ flexible!). Don’t mind me having a small crush on Sam Mikulak. Flip thru some of these Google images – yes, he is inked (score!). Yes, I would love to give him a Thai massage. I don’t even know Thai massage, but I’ll learn it if I have to. 🙂
Three of my favorite things about the last 48 hours are:
Apologies on the delay in keeping up with Pic Drops.
Life is happening – and there ain’t nothing you can do to stop it!
Continue on with your merry hump day!
Friday night was intense. This is the result. As well as a plethora of incriminating videos filled with hilarious statements, such as, “So that’s how Pixar does it.”
Found a beautiful quote on the sidewalk : ‘Not like fire. Nothing flaming or even potentially aflame. Nothing caught up with danger. Nothing racing to take control or possessions or no prisoners. No, our love was never like that.’
A murder happened in the back hallway at work. Mango = love = murder.
Notice this little man? The groomer chopped the long fur, and he is much easier to cuddle these days sans long somewhat matted fur.
I spent the morning at the Lexus dealership where I was privvy to a phenomenal customer service experience. Plush theater seating while I watched the news and nursed my hangover. And did I mention they washed the inside & outside of my car – and filled up my tank? #appreciative
Three hooded, guacamole & Corona-lovers are pounding the hell out of our house as we speak. Starting at 7:15am they have nonstop been showing the siding who is boss. This is where I get down on my knees, kiss the ground and thank God for Advil.
An old game like this becomes MUCH harder after a few sips of Loopy. Funny how that works.
This ray of light? I call that a “God cloud”. That house below is either getting blessed or smited. Hopefully the latter.
A new piece of decor in the house. These quotes are daily reminders that we really have one heck of a journey under our belts.
What does my weekend hold, you ask? A travel to southern Winona for promotions of the Three Olives sort, work at the Mango Store, creative-brainstorming at the studio – a few runs, a prolonged period of sun-worshipping, a few cocktails, hummus, laughter, and hopefully a lazy Sunday.
Cheers and much love to all the best followers,