It’s a very Vespa morning ‘round these parts:

pretty!

I couldn’t resist parking Lola next to the other two and taking a picture. Aren’t we pretty? In a delicious case of art imitating life, I am clearly larger and gother than the other two – as well as much more powerful. I will crush you all! Tremble before me as you cast your eyes downward to meet my tiny gaze!

Clearly I should not be in any position of power whatsoever, lest my ranking go to my head and I make my minions dance for my amusement. No one told the bosses at work, though – the new organization chart came out today, and my name is WAY up there. POWER! Okay, I have no minions of my own and my name tucked off to the side in a way that looks a little “executive assistant” for my liking, but I am on the same line as national managers so that’s something. Yes, I am placing too much importance on this. Let me have my fun; it’s so very rare that I actually appear on org charts at all.

For a weekend without plans, we were awfully busy. Friday night included near-death by Chrysler; Saturday was a late brunch at Raglan’s and the Farmer’s Market at Lonsdale Quay, followed by an evening scoot to the Richmond Night Market, and Sunday was an exercise in losing my scooter keys, bubbles, and a delicious meal.

I love the Richmond Night Market. We ate food on sticks – pork dim sum thingies and candied tomatoes – and I tried a Marshmallow Pocket because I had no idea what it was. Turns out a Marshmallow Pocket is a marshmallow wrapped in a wonton wrapper with chocolate chips, then deep fried until crispy. The ‘mallow melts on the inside, and you end up with a crunchy gooey disaster that has no right being that delicious. Plus, they called them Marshies. Awesome! After stuffing ourselves silly (and running into Heather and Christopher, which was great – we need to hang out with them more), we wandered the aisles. I bought false eyelashes and designer knock-offs; Shan bought many earrings; we both bought stripey socks. We managed to wander the entire thing, but we were all exhausted at the end of it and glad to escape the confines of Richmond.

I had many things I wanted to do yesterday, but had to battle my inner sloth before anything could be done. I desperately wanted to lounge around all day without pants on, but I needed to do things. Productivity eventually won out over sheer laziness, and we left the house to run a few important errands: replacing a dead 16GB SD card, finally getting new ice cube trays, getting a week’s worth of Diet Coke (8L), and buying every bubble apparatus I could lay my hands on for next Sunday’s Bubble Picnic in the Park.

I had a surprisingly difficult time finding bubble things, but what I was able to get will do very nicely indeed. I have a large arsenal of bubble things, so those who are unable to bring bubbles to the picnic will still be able to play. Hooray!

Ed and I crashed Josh and Shan’s dinner plans, and we had a lovely communal dinner: steak, garlic shrimp, BBQ’d corn, and blackberry apple pie with ice cream for dessert. It was completely awesome, and we got to use up some of the meats in our freezer. Deliciousness! We haven’t done a dinner like that in some time, and it was nice. I love that we’ve been living a floor apart for over two years now but aren’t sick of each other in the slightest – having great friends in the same building makes for many good times.

In fact, it makes for SO many good times that both couples are waffling on the idea of moving. We all want to move away from our street, but the thought of living in different buildings is a sad one. We *like* having people we trust so close by. Other people are dumb.

Last night I mentioned we should just look for a whole duplex for sale, then go in together on it and each buy one half. We’ve all been looking at other properties longingly, and the epic crime on the street last night (drunken domestic disturbance complete with hands-on-guns-RCMP and doors being kicked in and people in handcuffs) only makes other places – basically anywhere that isn’t our block – look all that much more appealing.

This week is going to suck. I need to go earn that fancy org chart position of mine – too bad it doesn’t come with any extra chickens.

SO. GOOD.