jawnbc | quel fin-de-semaine-là

Oh the excitement...starting with "the excitement" as Frank McCourt describes it. After Friday "happy hour" we had a gorgeous twilight stroll along the seawall, en route to dinner at the Sequoia Grill at Ferguson Point (in Stanley Park).

The Sequoia (formerly the Tea House) is a lovely old restaurant with high calibre, non-fussy service. Max had the wild boar, me the NY steak. And my steak was...tough. When they asked and I told, they whisked it away, replaced it, and still comped my meal. Every resto at times serves something below par: to my mind it's how they respond to that which makes the difference. They were stellar. We then took a leisurely stroll along the seawall back home, stopping for a sit and nice heart-to-heart. A gorgeous, low-key evening in every respect.

Saturday was spent doing all sorts of puttery things. We went in seach of camping gear for

querrelle's upcoming road trip with the transnational biker bitches. We started at CT, gave 3 Vets a go, but me and the mec ended up at MEC. It's always fun bringing someone there for the first time...oooh, so pretty, so huge, so shiny. And so many hawt men! We got him gear galore and headed home.

Saturday evening we attended a Rotary auction/dinner shindig with Max's colleagues. A nice group of people; the meal, not so much. The CFO's wife works in nursing research so we had a great gab. And it's a small world: her brother has lived in Sydney for 12 or so years; as she described him I blurted out "you mean M____, who used to be a m_____ t_________?" And it was. And now I didn't ever "do" him. However 4.5 hour company with anyone gets a bit wearing. We were home before midnight and all-in-all a nice time.

Sunday I was a slug while he was a whirling dervish of cleaning. I made tuna salad (Gawd I missed albacore tuna whilst in Oz), and we went for a rollerblade together. In less than a month

querrelle's skills have advanced phenomenally...hard to believe it's relatively new to him! We went haflway around the seawall (the rest is closed for repairs), then back towards Denman Street to grab a coffee...

...where the accident happened. He couldn't stop properly on an inclined and ran into the back of a parked truck--hitting his shin on the trailer hitch. It looked nasty, but he said it was OK, so we went for a coffee. Then he did a quick grocery shop, and when he got home and took a good luck knew it was ER time.

St Paul's ER was phenomenal: in and out in less than a hour. 8 stitches, and we still had time to grab McDo (poor baby must've been in shock..he requested it) before heading to Winnie's to watch "The Hours" on DVD. I'd seen it before--and thought it was great--but having just read Mrs. Dalloway gave me a whole new appreciation for it. And Virginia Woolf.

Bundled us into a taxi for home, where we had a nice heart-to-heart again. Up too late, but sometimes an hour's sleep is worth the profound sense of love and connection.