There were some good times at Buntzen Lake Sunday morning with the CSP crowd (and one unexpected non-CSPer), though you probably can't tell through the dust and parking lot setting. I've learned my lesson: if you want to get people to drive for 45 minutes out of the city and work up a sweat, words like "home-made hamburgers" work really well as bait.
I'm itching to write another anti-Honger rant, but you can probably fill in the blanks yourself by looking at the above photo. If not, contact me directly and I'll give you the full brunt of my vitriol against that particular demographic.
But talk about crash-socializing! The hike/bbq party didn't wrap up until 4 (I did actually have to kick them out -- rude, but necessary), and then it was the SPYO crew down at Granville Island. I keep forgetting how much I love these wonderful people; I don't see them enough, but on the upside, that makes each eventual encounter that much more fun.
Isn't that the strongest argument in favour of pessimists? That we expect the worst to happen so that every time it doesn't, it comes as a pleasant surprise?
It's like pulling teeth to get me to spend more time than necessary with most people, but these smurfs can get me to overlook my own good judgement and talk my heart out over dishes of sugar. They're scattering to the wind too, just like too many other people -- a testament to their intrinsic value, I think.
On a completely unrelated note, I just got my first law school assignment -- a 22-page reading for the orientation discussion panels before school even starts. Funny what galvanizes you into being excited again!
