Day: July 17, 2016

When you’re driving down the Island Highway and you think I have no fluids on board and I’m starving and I’m probably not safe to drive, you figure if the name of the restaurant is the Red Rooster and there is Wor Wonton on the menu it will be crappy.

 

NOPE.  In 20 years I haven’t had better.  It was exquisite; the wontons were plump and porky, the missing barbecue pork and shrimp was IN THE BOTTOM and the broth was dressed with sesame oil.  It was so good I can’t even wrap me head around it.  But I know the perfect place to stop for food on the highway now.

At the parents’, they’re fine, leaving tomorrow on the first ferry.

 

I had a really good time, it was a beautiful ceremony, a fantastic meal, a gorgeous setting, and the world is more beautiful and less tangled in festering toxic violence and villainy as a consequence.

I’m headed back to Deep Bay tomorrow morning.  Jesus, this morning, since it’s almost 2 am.  I got to ride in a limo and dance and drink.  The rental is still at the facility, which is fine, it’s perfectly safe there. When I’ve done enough work to not feel guilty about slipping away, I’m going to drive down to Victoria, but I can’t see me making it much before 2 at this point.

Such lovely people. And Octavia the Octopus came out to play.

 

Me and some Gemmell rellies will drive down in the HONKING BIG BLACK SUV I was forced to rent at the last minute to HERE. and if you look fast enough you’ll see where it says closed July 16 for a private function.

Nita and Mike have put together a wedding that should be epic. I am heartsick that Paul and Keith can’t go. I won’t say what Keith said on the subject but I was wrung.  I really didn’t expect to go, as faithful readers of the blog know well, and I’m so honoured and happy and grateful to go.  And there was an octopus. Octavia.  She inspected me because my dress is almost Pacific Octopus colour but when she realized I was not a rival she folded it back up again.

Everything in the world sucks so bad, that the excuse to be unreservedly happy for a day doesn’t seem like much.

I light a heartcandle for Turkey.

And Nice.

And Medina.

And Dallas.