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The weekend has ended, swallowed up by memory and gin hangovers. It was the much-anticipated Vancouver trip for Pride, and I was happy to experience it and even happier to get back to Victoria afterward. Drove over in the Van of Death with Michael (he was the pilot), Sher, Ashley, Jonas, Jo, and Dan. It was a cufuffle and the ride over on the ferry was rather lovely, discussed a wide range of things and didn't end up leaving the top outside deck until we had to go back down to the Van.

Vancouver itself was a whirlwind of decadence and fast times. Drunk on gin on the 14th floor of Harley House, we watched the fireworks and met up with Matthew, talked Esque and flailed wildly. Jo was wholly British and wholly Colonial.

Science World was great. It was, although there were too many little kids running around and tainting the air. We have a picture of Michael and I rendered in infrared.

Other bits and bobs: a long march through the streets for the Pride Parade, a stop over at Matthew's house, sushi at Tsunami with sashimi and miso. The ride back was pushing things but we eventually got home and drifted into bed in time for Family Guy and Futurama.