Howe Sound Inn

Life's funny.

I am sitting here at the Howe Sound in, at 10:20 on a Saturday night, with a Heineken, my laptop, and my BC Geography textbook.

I must have rented a room, you think? Nope. Bought the beer at the pub, and am now sitting in the almost-empty dining room, pretending to study. Actually, the beer was bought for me. By a follow Canadian, named Mike, high on being home after travelling/working in Europe for the past few months or years(?) - (it was loud, i couldn't really hear what he said).

The last diners are just walking out, and another laptop-attached being is sitting at a nearby table, looking out the window far more than he is working.

Why, you may ask, am I in Squamish on this rainy Saturday night? Because in flight of all rational thought, and facing monumental amounts of studying still to do, i opted at 5pm this evening to hop in the shower, do my hair and makeup, throw on some clothes that weren't pyjamas, and come on up for the last night of the Amnesty International Film Fest at the Eagle Eye Theatre.

And so here I am, listening to some groovy-loungey music, procrastinating, yet again, while the sounds of a local band playing in the next door pub crashes in fits and spurts into the dining room as people walk in and out of the pub, while a mournful steer looks at me from the black and white photo in the "agriculture" chapter of my textbook.

And with that, I return to the joys of reading...

PS. It turns out the that the other laptop-attached being is the owner of Valhalla Pure, trying to sort out his accounting, which has been somewhat lost in the translation from XP to Vista.