It's 8:20?


It was Felicia's birthday on Saturday. I surprised her with an overnight trip to Whistler. We stayed at a nice hotel, went for a nice dinner (crab risotto - how classy of me!). Felicia had rabbit, like a little bunny rabbit. I couldn't bare to look at her plate. Poor little bunny.

Then we went to the new Bond film, which was filled all kinds of crazy action. There were references to the last film which I had forgotten. The average age of the theater attendees was 19 - seasonal workers from around the world, working service or retail jobs to cover rent, food, pot and alcohol, and of course lift tickets.

We slept in to 8:20! I woke up, and told Felicia it was 8:20. She couldn't believe it. In Port Moody, we are usually awake between 6 and 7 in order to navigate between Adam and Sophia's instant cries for attention.

So, it was nice to sleep in and then stroll through Whistler for a nice breakfast. It was pretty rainy so we decided to pack it in. We were gone for only 24 hours, but it was a nice break.

We had some close friends watch the kids for us, which was one of the nicest things ever. Adam was fine, but Sophia had a tough time, waking up a lot in the night.

Valets - do you tip them when you drop off the car, or when you pick it up? And do you tip them every single time? When I picked up the car today from the guy, I could tell he was sort of hanging around waiting for ... something or another. I hustled into the car, gave a quick smile and wave and then burned the heck out of there.

Things are really rocking at Heritage Mountain Church - lots of exciting stuff, and one big challenge in front of us.

Comments

Nancy Jean said…
i do hope felicia was already awake! i laughed as i pictured you waking up felicia to tell her it was 8:20, and in the meantime, waking her up!
5:04 PM
Anonymous said…
Don't worry, I'm sure the next Whistler-type in his Hummer tipped enough for the both of you...
6:52 PM
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