Breakfast was at about 2pm, with just me,
intrepid_reason, and I—. P— had already gone home to Seattle.I was introduced to the overwhelming olfactory experience that is a Lush storefront. Leslie had gotten a gift cert for there for her birthday, and while she was picking stuff out, I wandered around, looking at the cool stuff, and ended up getting almost as much "product" as she did:
- A stiff moisturizing shaving cream. (Razorantium)
- A little bottle of purple highlight shampoo (Daddy O), for my bleach streak.
- A heavy conditioner (American Creme), to give BedHead a run for it's money
- And some coca butter solid massage "oil", to use on judyg at BiCamp.
Sometimes I look at my array of "product" on my bathroom counter, and consider the fact that I use the term "product" to describe them, and wonder about myself. But I can still go less than 20 minutes from stepping out of bed to stepping into my car, without missing any steps, so I'm not worried.. yet.
Anyway, after a small reprise of yesterday's confusion, we sorted out the maps, roads, and route, and worked out way out of Vancouver. And eventually worked our way into Seattle.
