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Well, I got back from Vancouver a couple hours ago… I should be in bed, catching up on sleep, but I wanted to post this first before I forgot any of it.
6:00 AM, Thursday: I got up and was on the bus and got to the ferry in time for the 9:00 ferry and then I ran into Claire B. on the other end, who’s going to UBC for school this year, and then I took the bus to Granville/Broadway and made it to Bard on the Beach without getting lost. At all. Except once when I wasn’t quite sure where I was but I knew what direction to go in so that doesn’t count. And then I found one friend (Organist) under a tree reading a book, and then a few minutes later the other friend (L) found us, and everything was HAPPY. Then we went for lunch for three hours and they looked at the art in my Yellow Sketchbook #2, including the picture I drew on the ferry-ride over (a possible cover for a possible comic about The Tactician and the Jewel including a pose of Ceniro looking angry of all things - I thought he didn’t do that until he met Nergal? Oh well.) and they somehow liked all of them, even and especially one of the ones I like least. And they say I draw horses well. Just wait until I learn how to draw! : D
Then we met up with L’s boyfriend and we went for supper at the Rocky Mountain Flatbread Co. and they have good pizza, although I think there was cilantro in the pesto, which is not an ingredient I’m familiar with in pesto. (basil, garlic, pinenuts?) But the rest of it was super tasty. Then we went to Bard on the Beach and watched Othello, and I made my seat nametag to be Yolash Jennifer Bailang (apparently ‘white wave’, the meaning of Jennifer, is Bailang in Chinese. L told me at lunch. Awesome, and pretty.) So I’m not sure what any of the other patrons thought, but I don’t care. I’m disappointed that they didn’t have any of the little script books that Mom has a collection of, because we don’t have Othello yet… but that’s okay. I cried soooooooo hard at the end, what with everyone dying and all. And Iago was so EVIL! The actors were really really good. I’m so glad Organist suggested it.
Then we got on a bus, and waited 40 minutes for the second one, and then said goodbye to Organist, and then managed to make it to L’s house at 1:30 in the morning. So I slept well. L and I got up at 11 next morning, and her mom made brunch for us and it was so tasty! And I was stuffed afterwards, and L kept offering me grapes. Then we listened to the Durufle and she loved it, and then we all showed each other artwork (her mom paints and does pastels, and her older sister does pro-quality anime fanart) and then we went to the mansion house of one of her friends and saw two adorable rabbits, Arrow and Tootsie, and L drove a big car all by herself all the way there and back. Then I came back home.
I started to draw a second picture on the ferry ride back, but it’s not done yet. I shall amend that… tomorrow night. Because I’m going to bed now and tomorrow morning I have to clean the house get up in time for work. But I can say that Marteth is being a jerk and being hard to draw. He looks like Menad. Pickles.
And L and I made plans to go running during the school year, and to visit the Royal BC Museum before their big British Treasures exhibit leaves, and she will critique The Tacitian and the Jewel, and I decided I should use my super-mini sketchbook to practice realism for five minutes every day, and when I came back home I was surprised at how much it looked the same as when I left.
Can’t wait for school! But we shall have to do this again. Vancouver is intriguing. G’night, folks!