robots and beautiful people

Sharad and I are in the West Coast Life section of the Vancouver Sun newspaper today. After having martinis and bland chewy calamari at the top of Vancouver Revolving Restaurant, we went to a more boisterous Japanese izakaya in Gastown where the floor manager is rude and need to learn customer service in English. With that aside, all the male servers and bartenders and not to mention Sharad’s lone female server named Jina are all eye candies. It made us feel beautiful being in the company of good looking people. Well, this is until we saw our picture today. Man, how can a photographer take so many pictures and still make us look bad. Vancouver Sun approached us to have our pictures taken while we were drinking at the bar. We agreed, because we got free food, and heck, it was something to do. But, he gave us ridiculous instructions on how to pose that Sharad and I laughed our heads off between takes, and I guess during the shots. Well, our two seconds in fame captured us with double chin, bad hair and drunk with sake (for future reference to restaurant critic Mia Stainsby, it is spelled SAKE, not saki).

With our heads cloudy from martinis and sake, we went to Vancouver’s first sky train party. It was fun running from cart to cart holding hands with robots of all make. The sky train police were baffled and tried to restrain us. We performed Mr. Roboto to appease them. Sadly, they had no sense of humour and called the real big boys. By the time we got to New West stop, cops were waiting for us. The beauty about the sky train party was that it was legal, we weren’t breaking any laws. Unlike, the sky train cops, the Vancouver cops were chilled and just reminded us that body surfing was not such a good idea in a train full of robots. We smiled. Blew them robot kisses. And off we went.