I didn't have time to post a new listing for the weekend, because I went apple-picking!
But I listed this stuffed bunny art plush kilt pin over the week!
Raccoon and I completely forgot that I had asked the guys (in passing) if they wanted to go, too, so it was just the two of us that day. <3
We picked about 20 pounds total (it was annoying that the farm didn't use metric :P) of Fuji and Honeycrisp apples -- not too interested in the Jonagold -- and got two jugs of freshly milled cider to share. Jonagold and Fuji apples will continue to ripen over October, so it's prime apple-picking season!
When we got back to civilization, we met up with the others for dinner and a movie. During the meal, B. suddenly asked when we were going apple-picking. I exchanged several "I totally forgot!!!!!!" shocked glances in succession with Raccoon while everyone sat in an awkward silence...
tl;dr We're going apple-picking again next weekend!!
...On a related note, 50/50 was really sad and brought tears to everyone's eyes. I bawled through half of it and had swollen eyes for the rest of the night.
It was a good movie. Without making light of its serious subject matter, though, I'd have to say it didn't have enough comedy. Sure, it accurately captures many, many awkward moments in life. And sure, awkward scenes that make you cringe with the characters seem to be a popular device lately.
But the awkwardness is just heaped on in this film, without much else to induce laughter. Despite all their efforts to market this as a refreshingly funny take on life with cancer, it left me feeling heavy and uncomfortable.
And, honestly, there are better movies to watch if you're in the mood for something heavy and uncomfortable. I'd watch Memento for the nth time. How about you?
Getting tanned at Stanley Park
We all got ice cream before heading to Motomachi Shokudo for ramen. I guess people are starting to discover that the restaurant is run by the same owners as the famous Kintaro Ramen, because Motomachi was almost as crowded this time. Almost.
I prefer Motomachi for its bamboo charcoal ramen (for the taste, not the supposed health benefits, because I'm pretty sure all burnt food -- even bamboo -- are carcinogenic) and the cleaner interior. Kintaro does offer more choice, though, when it comes to the charsiu pork (from lean to fatty) and soup base (light to heavy).
Bamboo charcoal ramen (with "hot spring egg"!) at Motomachi Shokudo
After dinner, we each went home for a shower and then regrouped for "Dinner for Shmucks". It was surprisingly funny. We were all pleasantly surprised because it just looked so dumb. I want to describe it as "refreshing", but I might just be thinking of the whole watermelon we picked up and turned into delicious slushies.
Of course, what with these outings and several family members' birthdays, I haven't been working on crafts at all. All I have to show for the week is an ice cream bow brooch, and I don't feel like taking pictures for Etsy...
Someone should invent a mini portable photo booth for home (or office) use.
My dear Raccoon whisked me away to see "Midnight in Paris" today, more on a whim than anything. Neither of us liked romantic comedies, so I was surprised when he insisted, especially when I found out that the only theatre showing it in Vancouver was in Chinatown... generally a seedy area in most cities.
In the three hours we spent in the building, we saw one man argue with McDonald's staff before fleeing on his scooter (wheelchair, not skateboard) with unpaid-for food, and another man light a crack pipe and smoke it indoors as we passed each other.
I really enjoyed the movie, though. I had gone in with preconceived notions about "Woody Allen humour" ("Scoop" being foremost in mind) but the movie was really funny. A little predictable, a little unrealistic (in terms of human interaction), but sweet.
Raccoon liked it, too, though he admitted he had never heard of half of the literary icons.
He doesn't like to walk in the rain, either.
