It's been a perfect Sunday. I haven't not worked on Sunday in about 2 months. Today I got to enjoy every minute of it. I baked a birthday cake for my best friend. A chocolate cake with homemade frosting. I added yogurt to the batter in the hopes that it will be extra moist. Currently, I'm watching the US v. Canada hockey game, though I don't know who I'm rooting for. Secretly, I hope Canada wins. It would be wonderful to have a victory at home.
I head out around 7 pm. JM has selected Elixir for his birthday dinner. I stride out the door wearing my new heels, a dress from my mom and my trench coat over the top. I'm sure I'll be cold, but sometimes sacrifices must be made. Dinner was wonderful. Endless conversation over crisp white wine, perfect french bread and fantastic dishes. Mine - salmon served on top of a puff pastry filled with warm spinach and ricotta. I devoured every piece on my plate. Lingering at the restaurant for a bit longer, we try to decide what to do next. Had this been an ordinary Sunday in Vancouver we would have headed home. Nothing would be open and the town would be quiet. But this is no ordinary Sunday. It's 10 pm and city is buzzing about like never before.
We jump on the trolley and emerge on to a street that has captured youthful energy like I've never seen. Granville street is flooded with people. Thousands of red sweaters, hockey jerseys and Canadian flags are in motion. It's an incredible sight. The 6 of us stand there in heels and suits and dresses. We strut down the center of street. Never have we been so distinguishable in this city. But if ever there was a time to stand out, this would be it - JM's birthday.