Perspectives of a Traveled Canuck

Well, I’ve been in Mississippi for the past couple of weeks, trying to make a living and catch up from a month of worklessness. I was hoping to have escaped the unusually horrible Vancouver winter but it seems Mississippi hasn’t been much better. There were a few days when it was just as cold as it was in Vancouver and today, it was absolutely pouring. I guess I could say that it reminds me of home but that would just be wishful thinking.

I started this trip with my friend Adele. We were fortunate enough to have a few great evenings to spend together. We were also “close” enough to Leeann so the three of us went out for a fantastic dinner in Tuscaloosa, AL… and last night, I drove to New Orleans, LA and had dinner with Jesse, another photographer in the area. So cool to be able to spend time with friends while on the road and now be able to say I’ve visited another three states that I had never been to before. Good times can be had on Wyndham trips!

Here are some photos of Adele and I being complete dorks on the road (as usual). I think we were scaring the locals but who cares – they talk funny down here. “Yer not from ’round here ‘re ya?” How lovable? I admit it does grate on me sometimes!

Well, as I mentioned, yesterday I met up with Jesse in New Orleans. I’d never been to New Orleans but what a cool town. The French Quarter (what I saw of it) was really facinating and Bourbon Street was party central. Really great. I wish I had more time to spend there. Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos of New Orleans to share but take my word for it. If you’ve never been to New Orleans, you should go check it out. Nice to see that the French Quarter wasn’t too damaged by Katrina.

Well, my friend Adele is giving me a hard time about not having posted in my blog, so this one’s for you, Adele.

I think my lack of motivation to do anything recently is due to several factors:

1. I’m in the middle of a not-too-exciting project/trip
2. There aren’t the opportunities to socialize that I had in DC
3. My friend Cindy was in the area last week and now that she’s gone, I don’t quite know what to do with myself
4. I’m tired of traveling on my own
5. It’s the end of the work year and I feel like I’m soooo done!
6. I have some plans with friends when I get home and now I just can’t wait to go home.

Anyway, here are some recent highlights:

1. Cindy was here for four nights and we had dinner together every night. I almost fell asleep behind the wheel several times driving out to meet her, but it was worth it. Oddly enough, I never felt like I was gonna pass out on my way back to my hotels.
2. One night, we went to this “World Wine bar” called Kazimierz and had appetizers with flights of wine. So cool.
3. Another night, we met up with Leslie, the food and beverage manager at Caleo in Scottsdale. She’s friends with our friend Art and ended up treating us to a great meal and three glasses of wine each at her restaurant. Apparently, Art told her to get us drunk (he’s still apparently cursing Cindy for their latest binge). If she comes up to Vancouver for Christmas, it’ll be our turn to return the favour. BTW, drunk Cindy is so cute!
4. My final night with Cindy had us visiting a local resort called The Phoenician, sipping margaritas while sitting on their patio overlooking the city, then selecting a bottle of wine from AZ Wine Company and having a four-course meal at Atlas Bistro, this great little restaurant I discovered the week before. The owner Todd, and his Canadian wife Natasha were very nice and modeled the menu after Vancouver’s Lumiere, a restaurant owned by Vancouver’s Iron Chef champion chef Rob Feenie. Such a fantastic meal.

Everything else that’s happened recently pales in comparison to the fun I had with Cindy so there’s no point in even mentioning any of it. Here’s hoping Cindy’s visit doesn’t end up being the only highlight this trip.

… because I don’t know what else could be making the difference.

Tonight, I went to Vivo, a cool Italian restaurant that leases space from the Hyatt in Cleveland. Earlier, I had met the restaurant manager, who was sorting wines in their back room. He let me browse and we chatted about wines for a while. He suggested that I come back during their happy hour to try some of the wines. When I did, I sat at the bar which happened to be serviced by a cute bartender. As the evening progressed, we chatted and I (somewhat) flirted. I wasn’t certain at this point but I was pretty sure he was gay. When it was time to go (I was expecting JR to call soon), I told him I wished I had met him earlier in the week as I would have totally asked him out and that he should visit me in Vancouver. He smiled and told me he would call me if he decided to go for a drink after work.

What’s wrong with Vancouver? This last couple of weeks in Cleveland and DC given me more dating opportunities than I have had in xxx years in Vancouver… and tomorrow night, I sorta have a date back in DC! I love Vancouver, but seriously!

Well, the past few days have been really great… I mean, REALLY great!

The problem with being on the road working is that you’re out there, by yourself, with few opportunities to socialize with familiar faces. Sometimes, you feel isolated and don’t want to do anything. And then, there are days like this past Sunday and Monday.

I had a day off on Sunday and was scheduled to fly out to Cleveland the next day. I decided to book a room in Washington’s Dupont Circle, at a very nice and affordable hotel called Jury’s Washington. Situated in downtown DC and right in the heart of Washington’s gay district, the hotel was in the perfect location for me to just do nothing. After a little bit of shopping, I had a “local’s day”, one where I did what other locals typically did. The Sun had come back out and it was warm and beautiful. I grabbed my book, got an iced coffee at Starbucks and planted myself in front of the fountain in Dupont and read/people watched. After being there for a couple of hours, a guy by the name of Ken (no, I wasn’t hearing voices) came up and we started chatting. A nice guy. I decided to take him up on his offer to go for a bite later. After a nice dinner with decent conversation, we went to a couple of local bars and met with some other DC locals, all very nice guys. It was a day where I felt I wasn’t so alone and fully enjoyed the opportunity to socialize with some new friends.

The next day, after putting up with an hour delay in my flight’s departure, I arrived in Cleveland. I mean, “what the heck is there to do in Cleveland?” I kept asking myself. Well, as it turns out, the hotel I am working on is right downtown and is very close to some very cool restaurants and bars. I decided to go for a nice dinner and found this new restaurant just down the street called Lola. This is actually a new location of an old restaurant (the old location is now a restaurant called Lolita). As I walked in, I noticed a cute guy sitting at the bar so I decided to have my dinner there. We exchanged hellos and kept making eye contact. Unfortunately (for me), he was with a girl, his fiance. As dinner progressed, the three of us started up a conversation. JR and Danielle are just finishing up business school at the local university and are planning on moving to Orange County next year. I talked about what I was doing in Cleveland, how I was from Vancouver and had lived in Whistler. JR, being a snowboarder, told me that next winter, he was definitely coming to visit me in Vancouver. After sharing some wine and some great conversation, some of JR’s other friends came by and they all invited me to join them at this members’-only bar, where local celebrities, mostly professional athletes, hang out. As it turned out, one of JR’s other friends’ best friend is a Vancouverite who has just returned home after 9 years in Cleveland and is finding the adjustment a bit difficult (she’s lonely). Next thing I knew, I was chatting with Tiffany, a complete stranger, long distance on the phone. It was a little surreal, with me thinking about her back home and she thinking of me hanging out with one of her best friends. I told her to call me in a couple of weeks when I get home and that I would introduce her to some of my friends. Anyway, after a chocolate martini, we headed over to one of their apartments and hung out there for a little while, sipping on margarita mix and listening to music. After spending about 5 hours with my new friends, I headed back to the hotel with a big smile on my face.

My friend Adele had a day off so drove 5 hours to come visit me. The first night, we had a nice dinner at the Longhorn Steakhouse in Merrillville, then went back to my drug-dealing, whorehouse of a Super 8 Motel, located idyllically 10 minutes away from the (per-capita) murder capital of the world, Gary, Indiana. Also the childhood hometown of Michael Jackson, Gary is so proud of its status that apparently, a few years ago just before the clock rung in the New Year, the citizens became fearful of losing the town’s position to Detroit that they went out and murdered 8 people. They were successful in regaining the town’s title for another year. Unfortunately, the 8 murder victims could not be present to celebrate with the rest of the town.

Anyway, back to the roadtrip. Here are some photos:

Almost there!

Adele (being an uber-dork) is happy to be in Chicago.

Our reflections in the jellybean.

We couldn’t afford to rent a boat to cruise on Lake Michigan so we did the next best thing… we faked it.

Adele, while doing another one of her happy-dances, takes one for the team. What a trooper.Owwweeeeee!

Adele’s head started to swell after a day of cute boys checking her out.

Adele, a little famished after a long day, peers over our food, drool dripping out of her lips.