Vancouver

The fog has been a constant since my arrival. So has spring-like weather, much to my delight. I am staying with my friend Samm near Main and 16th and have been amusing myself strolling around the city between visits with friends.

Monday evening I walked over to Chinatown to see Colin and Chris practice with their band, Analog Bell Service. The name comes from the system they have set up between the alleyway and the 2nd floor jam space: a string from the upstairs window attached to a pole by the backdoor that, when pulled, rings a cluster of bells. Buzzers are so lame. The music was great fun and the evening very silly.

Colin, who’s from home but also my roommate from the Marlee days in Toronto, recognized my coat. It’s fairly ratty and I had brought it to BC with the intention of leaving it here (thinking it would be overkill for my warm-weather travels). I had entirely forgotten how old it was. Neither of us could recall if it originally belonged to Colin or our other roommate, but it had passed between all three of us at some point. There were quite a few articles like that back then. Colin tried it on for old times sake. Still fit like a charm.