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merely talk

rantings and ravings with little cohesion and plenty of pretension

 

You call this a mall?

Metrotown was a lot of fun. Well it was fun due to the company. Anna is wonderful. The trip there and back less fun...our timing is impeccable.

We met on the #22 headed for Burrard Station. Anna was already on and I got on at the designated stop and found a bus full of football fans. Of course I had totally forgotten about the western final. But such is life. I eventually got a seat placed conveniently behind Anna and proceeded to annoy her by pulling her hair. Good times. Why yes I am 4 years old.

I also got the pleasure of having a group of charmingly excited boys with toys, so to speak, sitting behind me. They became less charming when they repeatedly blew their horns in my ear. (Okay I didn't mean for that to sound sexual...and maybe it doesn't to anyone but me and I just have an inherently dirty mind, but still I felt a disclaimer was required). I forgave them though. They were happy and it was contagious. They all disembarked at Robsen, and we had a normal trip the rest of the way to Metrotown including train stoppage and breakage. Love transit!

I have never been to Metrotown. When I told people that Anna and I were going I got many warnings about getting lost and wearing comfy shoes. So I was a little worried. I mean yes I do know the entire layout of West Ed by heart, and it is much bigger than Metrotown, but since more than one person told me to beware I was a little nervous about the mall. Sadly I was a little disappointed once there. It wasn't that big to me. And it seemed pretty easy to navigate, it sort of was just one big circle with the occasional short offshoot. And I guess my shoes were made for walking, (cause that's just what they did), because my feet were fine.

Anyway other than that disappointment there was the total and utter disappointment with the fashion being offered. Out of desperation I even went into Aritzia. Nothing. And I'd heard such good things. It just seemed that most of the clothing was boring. Or maybe I'm just getting picker in my old age. Who knows? But the search for shoes and jeans and cute tops was not concluded at any of the offered stores.

After a complete tour of the place Anna and I had lunch at T.G.I. Fridays. Neither of us had ever been there and all I can say is that neither of us will ever return. I was sorely disappointed with there vegetarian offerings. And Anna's club sandwich had processed cheese on it. Dessert was good though. Mmm cake.

I decided that since we had traveled all the way there, we should try to take in a movie. But Silvercity had slim pickings and nothing I felt like dropping $12 on. Then we thought we would try Tinseltown. So onto the Skytrain we leaped and headed to that lovely theater. Again we were disappointed. We had missed the start of Napoleon Dynamite by 20 minutes, and nothing else interesting started for 3 hours. So we decided to start home.

And right there our fatal error became apparent. For just as we stepped outside into the rain, the stadium to our right let loose it's masses. The football game had ended. And any thought of getting on the skytrain disappeared once we saw the line. So we walked. All the way to Burrard. Said our goodbyes, got on different buses and went home.

All in all it was good and I'm glad I went. But I don't really need to go to Metrotown again. The only thing they had that Pacific Centre doesn't was Suzy Sheir. And I can live without Suzy.

I really need to find a shopping place here. In Edmonton I loved Whyte Ave. And then South Edmonton Common or West Ed for the more mainstream needs. Here I haven't found my place yet. Somewhere I can consistently find the goodness that I crave when making purchases.

Of course it doesn't help that I spend 6 days a week fending of sticky, paint covered hands. I'm pretty unwilling to buy nice clothes at the moment, yet always unwilling to buy cheap, ugly clothes for work. Damn my vanity!

In completely other news I got cable! Yay! This is huge. It's been so long since I had a TV with cable all to myself I don't even know what to do. Last night my cousin, Janice and I watched the Amazing Race. Which was awesome. But today I have yet to flick it on. But who knows what tomorrow will bring.

 

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Blogger Evi Says:

Ok, it's time to face the reality, there is no amazing place to shop in Vancouver. This is very sad: we're a tourist city! When I think of clothes that I more than just like, they've been, from a random find at
a)a kids section in a department store...this is very rare, but that's where my rainbow shirt is from.
b)one of the consignment stores on broadway
c)the US. In Scottsdale, Ariz. the malls are beautiful, they have gorgeous clothes and it's only $100 for a pair of freakin' socks...
Florida had many cool outlet type places, where many a good swim suit can be found.
NY had the biggest victoria secret ever, need I say more?
Vancouver needs to stop with the suckage, if we're gonna be materialistic, we might as well do it over nice stuff.
ps While you were at Metrotown, did you go to TNT? so much fun.

 
 
Anonymous Anonymous Says:

I don't believe it. One day we will have to go to Metrotown so I can see your magical navigational skills firsthand. That said, if you look at a #22 bus map, you will kick yourself for walking to Burrard. I'm sorry, I know it's cruel, but you must learn for next time.
Amanda

 
 
Blogger Tessa Says:

Amanda, darling...
Both Anna and I were aware that the 22 runs to tinseltown. The problem was that every bus stop within a 5 block radius of the stadium was over run with people. By walking to Burrard we ended up missing the main rush. So it sucked, but not as much as being squised on an overcrowded bus with celebrating (drunken) football fans.

 
 
Anonymous Anonymous Says:

I stand corrected.
Amand

 

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