8 Hour Hangout ... Dag, yo.

So it went like this: My soccer game was cancelled, so Christina picked
me up for a day of drivin'. Then we found Kirsten on the side of the road
and, uh, she had her car so we drove some more...t'was fun.

Why is there a rooster in the middle of a freeway exit?

Starbuckin'. Christina was giving me a very suspicious look here. Eep!

PLANE!

There was a wheelchair in the back of that car.
That yellow thing is a hard hat. See the connection? Yeah..

Yes, we are downtown. Building!

I was trying to take a picture of the wedding party having their
pictures taken. Darn benches...and moving car-ness.

In Stanley Park (again) approaching the Lions Gate Bridge (again).

So, inside my bathroom stall at Prospect Point, I noticed that a Peeping Tom
could easily peep inside the women's washroom. Don't worry, my pants were
pulled up when I took this picture. I think..

I don't recommend doing that. Wood hurts.

Signs are fun.

Why is there a tree up there? I guess it fell out of the sky.

Loner dude on a bench, staring at the ocean...so emo.

Being stuck in traffic at English Bay can lead to boredom.

Social Distortion? Rock, rock on.

The sun's a-goin' down!

Where's Kirsten?

Kirsten was only able to hang out with us later in the evening.
Christina and I watched "Dodgeball" in the meantime. Yeah! Chuck Norris cameo!

I like mirrors, especially fun ones like this.

It's dark!

Pondering.

Smiling.

Sleeping with her eyes open. I mean, driving.

You can never have too many pictures of the Massey Tunnel.
Okay, maybe you can, but who cares...

Haven't we been here today already? Starbuckin': Part Deux!

This Starbucks Drive Thru has a horrible sharp turn to get to the window.

Ha, that reminds me of the old school 'Batman' TV show.

This place has everything for the paranoia in you.
You think you're being bugged/watched by the government? They sell bug detectors here.

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