So, it's Sunday afternoon already. Gosh. Matthew and I are having a quiet weekend because of last week's business and also because the weather has been threatening, so we haven't made good on some of the tourist adventures we'd planned.
Last Monday I caught up with Gramma for a cup of tea, and then later, with Cousin Eleanor for a coffee. I don't want to be one of those people who puts pictures of their blasted lattes all over the internet, because I think you've seen enough. But (you knew that was coming), I have to share this because I think it's the most care anyone has ever taken making a latte for me, ever. Behold, latte panda:
Last Wednesday evening everyone in the English Department at UBC knocked off their 4-hour invigilation shift and went to the pub on campus. It's one of those fake Irish pubs, and the waitresses all wear minikilts. It was all a bit hectic, as midweek at the pub always is, I guess. Matthew met me there and we had a couple of drinks and caught up with some nice peoples' end-of-term stories. The social club also managed to raise some pennies for the upcoming conference we're holding, Endnotes, happening from 10-12 May. This is an open-to-all conference, so if you are near UBC and feel like an enriching evening or afternoon of local art and scholarship, I would love to see you there!
A couple of weeks ago, my friend from uni, Alicia, gave me a beautiful leather jacket that she had just lying around... I know! So grateful! (I understand that Alicia was having a radical closet clean, so I know I'm not the only one strutting the English department corridors in her generous cast-offs.) I took it to be altered and restored, and finally picked it up on Friday evening. It's my first leather jacket, and I love it to bits. Alicia says she got it from a second hand store, so I feel like it has an awesome history already. Thank you, Alicia! I hope I can do it justice:
When Matthew and I were in the US, we found Matthew some awesome rainbow sneakers. This is just the impetus we needed to finally... sign up for the Vancouver Sun Run!!, which to be honest I had been avoiding committing to since January this year when I started telling everyone in earshot that I was going to do it. That's happening next Sunday at 9am. If you're running, good luck! And if you're not, wish us luck! The Sun Run is one of the largest 10k races in the world, I think, with about 60,000 participants. It's going to be busy. Last Friday I ran 10k in preparation, and in fact it didn't feel as hard as some other times previously when I've done this. Since February I've been running 10k about once a fortnight. So I should be able to do it. Last Sunday Matthew and I took his rainbow sneakers out for a test jog, and we smashed 5k with energy to spare (Matthew used to run cross-country, so 10k is not a big deal for him). Can you tell I'm nervous about this?
Yesterday after staring at my exam marking for a couple of hours, I decided to take Matthew on a coffee date. We walked down Granville Street in the chill wind and got Matthew a very dapper New Do. Then on the spur of the moment we decided to do Granville Island Public Market. It was FULL of tourists, but in a good way.
We got fancy ham, fancy cheese, fancy olives, and marinated artichoke hearts (already so fancy they don't need qualification). On the way back, we stopped at the Granville Island Brewery store and said hi to our friend Chloe who works there, and incidentally found some wine that she recommended. Saturday night in, totally sorted.
Here's the fancy pizza we made with all our acquisitions, because I'm so proud of our effort and ingenuity:
I also made a Banana Layer Cake, to celebrate the fact that I finally used up all the nasty white sugar and replaced it with delicious demerara sugar. It had been so long since the last banana cake that I forgot which recipe I used from the internet. I settled on Canadian Living (national institution) and it was waaaaay too sweet. As I was pouring one and a half cups of sugar into the bowl, I was thinking to myself, Hmmm, that seems rather generous. And as it was baking in the oven, I could smell the brown sugar doing its thing, and it was potent. By actual serving time, it was a foregone conclusion. Hullo cavities.
Well, that's about it for weekend reportage. The sun is actually visible, so I think Matthew and I had better lace up soon.