I know that, in general, I tend to sugarcoat how I really feel about things, but I'm going to go ahead and be straight with you here: I strongly dislike the recreational pastime of running.

Well. That's not completely true. I loathe it entirely. Like, on the same scale as pink, mushrooms and people who sugarcoat how they really feel about things.

Summary: OK. So. To be completely honest, this isn't TECHNICALLY the first garage sailing weekend of the 2011 Season. There is a slight possibility that I may have sourced out a one or two several garage sales in Squamish back in early April late March before I left for France. OK.

In April I rented a little studio apartment here ...

...with a courtyard that looked like this ...

... on a street that looked like this ...

... with ever-changing markets that looked like this ...

Alright peoples of the internet ... well, all eight of you (and specifically the three of you not directly related and thus have a blood requirement to support me ... ) who regularly visit this blog because you have run out of productive things to do at work and your boss has stepped out of the office for a moment ...

Here’s your big chance. Okay. Well. Here’s A chance.

So, it's only taken 32.5 years, but I have finally had my first official celebrity sighting. Well, if you don't count that one time I saw Jean Charest at the airport. And that was only after my dad pointed him out. And told me who he was.

So, last Saturday evening, I was out for a leisurely meal with two teammates at Joey's on Burrard, in Vancouver.