The last day of January 2006. How the time has flown by. In Vancouver we've had almost nothing but rain since the end of December and this year, I'm not depressed. I'm angry.
It is quite ridiculous to get angry at the weather but it feels a little more proactive than the usual blues. Instead of hiding in my house, I consider every excursion into the outside world as a "Fuck you right in the ear!" to the rain. Besides work, I have returned to ballet class, joined a salsa class, had many dinners out with friends as part of "Dine out Vancouver", gone to yoga twice a week and seen several new movies with gal friends on Friday nights.
Tonight we're "Dining out" at Aqua Riva and I am kind-of dreading my walk to the skytrain in the double whammy rain-and-wind combo we've got going today but I refuse to let it win.
Who am I kidding? I'm winning a few skirmishes but as far as the war goes, the weather is wiping the floor with me. Dinner is overrated. Maybe I'll just stay in bed...
