Back to La-La

Yes, the time to return to La-La Land has come.

No more drinks at the Granville Room with friends. No more ordering Yellow Cabs from Cypress and/or Homer Streets. No more late poker nights (don't really trust my card skills with this game). No more teetering in my vintage boots on invisible ice covering sidewalks. No more 4 am poutine at Fritz. No more Fritz and Numero Uno pizza in one sitting with Casey. No more football and hockey sports days. No more lunches or dinners with new friends. No more listening to Bob Sinclair's "World Hold On", pumping my fists and reminiscing about New Year's Eve at NU. No more watching burned DVDs of Borat. No more house parties at Venus' with endless streams of beverages. No more late night banana caramel cheesecake and Sprite at Central on Denman. No more glasses of wine at those crazy West Van boys' apartment on Alberni and Bute. No more gallavanting in Ovitch's Pathfinder during everyone else's work day. No more waiting in secondary lines at Republic (what place would charge patrons AGAIN just for them to get a shake on the dancefloor?!) No more complaining about Lola's. No more waking up to snow in the trees. No more delicious, savoury eats at Cafe Crepe. No more watching Entourage and Lost episode after episode in my PJs in front of the TV. No more laughing at the Much Music VJs, who quite honestly can't hold a candle to MTV VJs. No more pseudo-fashion shoots with my girl Aggs. No more blaring Gwen Stefani's "Sweet Escape" in Saritz's car. No more eating Halloween candy at Steph's. No more enjoying Vancouver city downtown living (sorta). No more finding that oh-so-elusive parking in Yaletown. No more eggs benny at Cafe Zen on Arbutus. No more living with two guy roomies (though Khaleel and Nate are the best ones a girl could have). No more listening to silver and turquoise cuckoo clocks on the hour, every hour (very, very cute at 1 pm but not 8 am). No more After Eight spiked hot chocolates at the Wedgewood Hotel lounge. No more $1.50 oysters at Rodney's Oyster Bar in Yaletown. No more nights on the sleeper couch in the foosball room (it's oh-so comfy, really truly it is). No more making random fashion contacts while shopping on South Granville. No more traipsing through Whistler Village in my eskimo boots, Ralph Lauren gloves and Kemper knit cap. No more mid-winter BBQs at Tom's. No more days of being in bed till 4 pm (hehe...). No more watching Canadian comedy on Comedy Central (Goooo Paul Martin!). No more umbrella usage. No more drives through Stanley Park. No more walking into the Yaletown Brewing Company with Russe only to order hot chocolate, not beer. No more watching Saritz pass out on Russe after the bar. No more rides on the Sky Train. No more girl talks with Banana. No more home-cooked meals made by my best guy friend. No more saying "pop" instead of "soda" and no more saying "eh" instead of "huh". No more twice a week viewings of "The Devil Wears Prada". No more scrolling through Khaleel's iTunes list -- literally one of the dopest music collection ever (I believe Luker's is neck in neck).

And the most saddening of all: no more fabulously fun, random nights with my awesome hometown friends.

At least not till this coming summer.

And maybe just before, if Aritzia decides to hire me as their marketing coordinator.


I'm Lovin' it: My Vancouver team...who are not only friends, but family.

I'm Over it: Catching my 7:40 pm flight to LAX.

Track of the Day: Bob Sinclair's "World Hold On". Partying with good friends at a gorgeous waterfront location with live instruments accompanying the various DJs, a great New Year's kiss, feel-good happy vibes (insert smile and wink here), dancing all night long and this Bob Sinclair track just after (or was it before?) the clock rung in 2007 equalled the best New Year's Eve I've had EVER.

YouTube music video of "World Hold On" by Bob Sinclair