To Danny Glover.
It might have also had something to do with the fact that the sweatpants that I was wearing were neither Juicy nor couture, but I assure you they gave away our room to Danny Glover. Who, by the way, is definitely one with the old "I can carry my own stuff thank you" notion.
So for a while there, thanks to Sgt. Murtaugh, we were homeless in a foreign city at 3am. However, we were soon sent to another hotel for the night. Wheelie bags or not, this is no small inconvenience (or such is the attitude we struck upon conversing with the dude at the front desk who was already sweating bullets --not an easy task in a city that hits a high of 16 degrees Celsius in the summer), but truth be told I was psyched for the bi-accomidational experience, even at 4am. I get to see two five star hotels?? And possibly even more c-list celebrities! Cooooool!!
We returned to the original hotel the next day to find we had been ridorkulously upgraded and graduated. I'm talkin' a gigantic suite, free bottles of red wine and chocolate covered mutant strawberries at bedtime, complimentary fancy schmancy meals in all kinds of fancy schmancy places for the remainder of our stay, and free internet access (tah dah *bow*)!
We partook in a lunch extravaganza of the F. Schmancy variety, courtesy of our very apologetic hotel, and then spent all day Monday burning it off by trotting around Vancouver. Today, after a breakfast extravaganza, we made a mission of getting to and seeing Victoria. Despite some rancid issues of the intestinal variety (I am once again reminded that nothing is free, not even free turkey sausage), the area is nothing short of breathtaking. You're just going to have to trust me on that because I left that vital photo cable back in D.C. That, my deodorant, and my ipod. Quick! Guess which one I would have rather had for the 8 hour bus and ferry ride today...!
Now guess which one the person sitting next to me would have preferred.
Preview of tomorrow