Time... is marching on. And time.... is still marching on.

Chau and Jason's friends all happened to be coming from out of town at the same time. Hence Billingsworth. Jason appears unmoved, but it's a front.

INVIZIBLE DRIVER

It was weird enough to pass Billingsworth on a highway that runs through a province neither of us lives in without her also being a vampire.

Winning 2 out of 3 wasn't bad either

Curling is great mostly because you get to see all of your old friends at the same time.

More Vancouver

Being savvy West-coasters, we knew well enough to avoid the expensive suspension bridge and head to the free one instead:Then we headed downtown, which was welcoming in a surprising way:
Our first goal was the Museum of Anthropology, which was welcoming in a more subversive way:
I loved the museum, which had Salish writing for me to pronounce everywhere. It was full of unhappy faces, though:

Actually, this last one looks pretty content. It could be because he's the Tsimshianic representation of the first European.

The museum is on the UBC campus, which made it easy for us to go see Steve's lab. Here he is pretending to do science for us:

And here we are blatantly disregarding a biohazard warning
We finished off the day on the beach, flying Steve's attack kite:
which was totally rad.

Vancouver!

It turns out Billingsworth reads this blog as much as mechanically possible, so I'm glad to get a chance to put her on it. We've known each other since before she moved in to the Brothel, but I haven't seen her much since she moved to Vancouver, where she works as a college math instructor and part-time enforcer:
She took Tatiana and I to Lighthouse Park, where you can only fish using really long polesA good time was had by all.
After seeing the beach, heading up the mountain, eating some sushi, and buying a car, we went back to her apartment for some well-earned rest on her outrageously scenic balcony: