silva rerum

Or, after dark, will dubious women come

After hav­ing brunch with my fam­ily this morn­ing, I came home to pre­pare for a quiet day of house­clean­ing and relax­a­tion. Of course, it was not to be so.

L phoned me and asked if I would like to go to Oakridge. Intrigued, I acceded to her pro­posal and off we went, pick­ing up A along the way. I later found out that a cel­eb­ra­tion for the open­ing of the Cambie Street – 41^st Avenue Canada Line skytrain sta­tion was being held. Our tour guide, T, was on duty at the time.

It was a rauc­ous affair, fea­tur­ing a main­stage and sev­eral inform­a­tional booths. At the time I went, some youth dance groups were performing.

After being amused for a while, we decided to des­cend the stairs into the Cambie Street – 41^st Avenue sta­tion. I was impressed by the clean­li­ness and bright­ness of the under­ground sta­tion; it was really quite nice! Unfortunately, it reminded me of the “No Mercy” cam­paign in Left 4 Dead, spe­cific­ally in the sub­way level. Can any­one who has played Left 4 Dead blame me?

After spend­ing a few more minutes appre­ci­at­ing our tax dol­lars at work, we left the sta­tion and returned to the fest­iv­it­ies above ground. T took a moment out of work to watch the main stage, black tresses trail­ing behind her.

Re-​entering Oakridge, we took a quick walk­about before T had to return to her post. On our way, a dark stranger whispered some­thing mys­ter­i­ous in T’s ear…

Just kid­ding! It was just A, talk­ing to T. We ended up walk­ing through Oakridge without much incid­ent so we left. Thanks to L, A and T for mak­ing an oth­er­wise quiet day into one filled with fun times.