Sep 1, 2007

Vancouver CouchSurfing Party!

Jen and I were the first arrivals to Rebecca's house just off Commercial Drive. Someone posted that the party should begin in the late afternoon so, armed with raw steak from Safeway and a bottle of South African wine from BCL, we were ready for a splendid time.

We got acquainted with Rebecca during the hours that we were waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. In fact, despite the "late afternoon" posting, people didn't start pouring in until closer to six! During the period we were waiting for the party to actually start, Jen and I decided to make use of the warm afternoon sun and take a stroll around Commercial Drive's quaint neighbourhood, looking for nothing in particular. Our long walk lead us to one of Vancouver's infamous Gelato parlour, La Casa Gelato, with over two hundred different flavours. It was then that we had witnessed, firsthand, an ice-cream thief! This guy was decked out in bike gear, spandex, water bottle, helmet, and all, and went around sampling all sorts of flavours and being very demanding. He finally settled for a waffle cone and a double scoop of some flavour, and like a cartoonish kind of way, he dashed out of the store with Roadrunner legs (minus the dust cloud) and took off with his bike without paying. Priceless. The double-scoop gelato on a waffle cone however, was $5 CAD.

The party was looking more like a party when Jen and I returned to Rebecca's after our jaunt around the drive. Socialising, mingling, drinking, and eating, was the order of the evening, followed by some improvisational dancing to tunes off Rebecca's iTunes jukebox. Meeting some of CS Vancouver's faces for the first time was really nice. Someone even brought in a cake which had "Got Couch? Summer 2007" written on it with blue icing! Most of it, however, wasn't consumed, but rather, used as face-paint and other forms of creative expression which got a little messy and out of hand. Blame it on the alcohol.

The party continued into the wee hours of the morning and a couple musicians among us were plucking away at the strings outside, much to one neighbour's displeasure. I hit the make-shift bed on Rebecca's floor at the crack of dawn.


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