While it was happening, I was on a boat off the coast of Quadra Island fishing for salmon with some friends of my mother’s. Our day started around 5:30 AM, and when I flicked on the TV briefly before we went out for the day, they had just started showing the first pictures, and I didn’t know what to think, but couldn’t stay and watch because the boat was waiting. We fished for 6 hours, and I snapped this picture during that time.
When we motored back in at noon, all the flags at the resort were at half-mast, and people were gathered in front of any TV they could find. Flights in and out of the tiny island were cancelled, and in every way that mattered, it was as if the entire world had changed while we had been out there sitting quietly on that [surprisingly calm] ocean.
Toasting the friendship of our 2 fine nations on their co-birthday weekend with a little bubbly from 8th Generation Vineyards.
Also, this particular wine is called “Integrity,” so I’m not going to lie to you and pretend I’m waiting on the clock for it to be 420.
I do love it when I get the Sassy-Shumka double-shot.
Bust on our riots, our goalie’s “douchebag” hair and the fact that we didn’t win the last game all you want, people. These motherfucking bosses still got some fancy shit to drink out of tonight.
We’re looking for a few smart, creative, proactive-types who are excited to learn to join the HelloGiggles team.
Duties would mostly include HelloGiggles site maintenance and perhaps some light research and editing. Anyone willing to go the extra mile by contributing creatively to the site will…
Team HelloGiggles is shaping up to be pretty damn awesome. (OK, I might be biased, but you should still totally join us!)
Sure, I love my friends, but I’m also deeply grateful for the kindness of internet strangers today.
We beat the Blackhawks in overtime. That sentence barely encapsulates a cunthair of the jubilation that’s being felt in this city tonight.
So incredibly emosh right now. Best Game 7 (and most would agree, the best game in the 40 yr Canucks franchise) in as long as I can remember. When Burrows scored the game winner in OT, the entire Cambie Pub (packed like it hadn’t been since Olympic hockey) erupted in 30 straight minutes of mass euphoria, just like the moment Canada won Olympic hockey gold. (A lot of folks said this particular grudge match was almost like “City Olympics”). There’s a reason I keep saying it’s our year. It’s because it IS.
And everyone in Vancouver (including the team) knows it’s just going to get better. Never been more proud to be a Vancouverite.
And in case I forget to say this tomorrow, fuck you, Vince Vaughn.
HOW’S OUR ASS TASTE, BEANIE?
I’m sure it’s good for what they do, but to my Tumblr-loving ears, it’s like being super stoked on Betamax.