merely talk

I challenge a fear yesterday. I had to meet my mom downtown to see if we could find me a dress for my cousins wedding is a few weeks (we couldn't find one...sigh), and since I'm cheap I decided to not use a bus ticket and walk. This involved going over the Granville Street Bridge, which I have been terrified of since I moved to Vancouver. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. I walk over the Burrard Street Bridge on a regular basis, but it still isn't something I love doing. As I walked over I kept imagining different ways I could fall off the bridge or fall into the speeding traffic. But I did it. So that says something.

At the last minute last night, I headed out to see Aimee Mann with my cousin and a mutual friend. It was a beautiful experience. I'd never had the pleasure of going to the Commodore before and I wasn't disappointed it really is a lovely venue, and the staff were fabulous. The bouncer complimented all of our ID pictures and all the bartenders and security and roadies were great.

The show itself was amazing. We had managed to be right at the stage so I had the best view ever. And was even able to make eye contact with the lead guitarist and Aimee herself a few times. We also got to meet the band after the show, which was very cool.

If anyone ever has a chance to see her, I highly recommend it. Her music is just amazing. I almost lost it when she sang "Save Me", and then did lose it when she followed it with "Wise Up".

I'm just so glad I went.

So the fact that I'm moving is finally sinking in. I started packing yesterday and my mom moved some stuff back to the cabin. It's freaky. And one of the families I work with reminded me that I only have one week left of work. Which is just crazy. I can't believe how fast a year can fly by.