Home at last. It’s been a long day. I was going to write about several events. But I am tired. It took me too long to get home: a bus, a 2 block run, another bus, a walk uphill, and then another bus. Really…finally home…but not completely…I am sans U-PASS * booooo *.

Yes I lost it somewhere downtown. And all those buses I took…because I thought the 17 would be going to UBC but it was the Oak 17. Oh Aaaaand the same thing happened on the way downtown. Instead of catching the 17 going downtown I caught the Oak 17 by accident. Twice in one night, not realizing my mistake until seeing the big Toys ‘R Us sign.

Not the day for me to be taking buses. But at the same time I feel like this was all a learning experience. Maybe because it was rainy and wet outside and everything seemed eerie and surreal.

At the bus stop on W 4th near the Granville Bridge:

A man asked me if I knew when the 17 would be coming. I didn’t. He said thanks and then introduced himself as “Rockin’ Robbie from the boatyard”, motioning towards the island. I shook his hand. Then he told me that he could tell I was a sweet one and I thought, “I can’t not look lost and innocent can I?”. He was wearing a baseball cap and kneepads. “Yeeeaah….you look like Olive Oyl…” (took me a moment to imagine the face not the fluid) “…and that’s a compliment!” Then the bus came. He got on first and went to the back. I stood at the front.

You know…he might be right about who I resemble. Too bad I’m not into bulging muscles and pipe smokers.