The government gave me the full right to propel a multi-tonne hunk of metal down various roadways while inebriated this morning. Translation: I got my Class 5 license. Whee!
It was also brought to my attention at my sister's graduation dinner tonight that a) my sister and I look nothing alike, and b) 2 out of 3 teachers regard me as an interesting, yet evil, past specimen. Westwood Plateau's Golf & Country Club also managed to screw up smoked salmon, but everything else was peachy so I suppose the insult to British Columbian cuisine culture shouldn't be taken as hard as it would be otherwise.
It was also brought to my attention at my sister's graduation dinner tonight that a) my sister and I look nothing alike, and b) 2 out of 3 teachers regard me as an interesting, yet evil, past specimen. Westwood Plateau's Golf & Country Club also managed to screw up smoked salmon, but everything else was peachy so I suppose the insult to British Columbian cuisine culture shouldn't be taken as hard as it would be otherwise.
