Shouldn’t have gone for the whip.

Deer Lake

Today has been a magical day in which somehow I’ve ended up with extra time to kill at every turn. Either that or maybe the fact that I no longer spend five hours per day commuting is finally starting to sink in.

I got to Waterfront early and had some time to kill so I decided to pick up a coffee from Starbucks. I have nearly three years worth of giftcards in my wallet but I find that for whatever reason the chain and I never seem to cross paths. You would think they’re ubiquitous, but apparently not.

The only time in my habitual travels that I seemed to have the opportunity to visit a Starbucks regularly was during my sustainable community development classes, and you don’t really want to be seen there with multinational franchise coffee in hand.

But I needed a pick-me-up this morning, and I had my commuter mug stashed in my bag so I got a pumpkin spice latte.

All went well until I tried to pop the lid onto the mug, turning the damn thing into a volcano of whipped cream. I slurped at it awkwardly so that it wouldn’t overflow. I repeated this process a couple of times, my ass hanging out in the foot traffic until the lid finally fit on.

I’m feeling a little ambivalent about my Monday class. The readings are interesting but the class itself isn’t quite… academicky enough for me. I don’t think I would have taken it if my dental insurance situation didn’t dictate the number of credits I need this semester for coverage.

In spite of that, I had a really good day. I finished it off at Deer Lake Park because why not? and when was the last time I went there just to wander around and not do something dance-related at Shadbolt? I can’t even remember. That’s how long.

2 Responses to “Shouldn’t have gone for the whip.”

  1. Krista Says:

    Stunning photo!

  2. erin Says:


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