I love Vancouver, but not enough to live there.
It’s a wonderful place to visit and explore on the odd weekend. But when you’re stuck in traffic for 45 minutes because the city decided to pave a lane on Georgia Street, it’s a nice reminder that small town traffic is less rage inducing.
I had the chance to reconnect with an old friend. He was managing editor of the Penticton Herald, when I was managing editor of the Vernon Daily Courier. We used to swap editorials on days when we were too busy or too uninspired to write our own.
We’ve both since left journalism. He’s a lawyer and I’m in public relations.
He sold the trip to me as a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas adventure. The truth was much tamer: stops at Ikea and The Running Room.
We spent most of Saturday night at Steamhouse Brew Pub and got drunk off beer flights while we traded stories (and tweeted at a reporter we knew about why tequila was not a good option).
It was a great weekend.