vancouver madness

Went up to Vancouver over the weekend. Such a beautiful city! It seems that most areas by the ocean are beautiful, but those with water running through it -- San Francisco, Seattle, Vancouver -- are best.

The biggest find: there's this boba place in Vancouver Chinatown that's just great. For some reason, these tapioca drinks up here are all sold in tall, big cups (equivalent to a "large" from Lollicup), and cost the same as the smaller brethrens in US. We went in, each bought a cup, and were so impressed that we all finished it on the spot so we can get another cup. And then, we went back the next day for more.

On Saturday night, I also went into a club. Actually, we had to stand outside for about an hour before they let us in. The bouncer probably figured out that we were all guys, despite my girlish pleading. At last, he could no longer stand us standing there withstanding, and let us in at 2am. The party animal that I am, I sped in there and started dancing like mad. And by "dancing", I mean bouncing. And by "like mad", I mean not at all.

Well of course I didn't know what to do, so I quietly observed these people rubbing on each other. But despite the copious friction generation, I hear it's relatively not very dirty, says someone used to clubbing in Mexico. I was in the wrong country.

Here are some pictures I took:

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Good times.