One of the kids' big Christmas present was a trip to Vancouver to watch the Canucks. We drove all the way to Bellingham after work on Friday, and then got into Vancouver early Saturday afternoon. The short drive across the border had plenty of drama, Rock became very sick and threw up at least half a dozen times in the 40 minute trip. We stopped to let him rest and stopped by Popeye's. They only let you have wooden or metal utensils at restaurants in BC, they suck hard.
We did some Canuck shopping and I tried to talk Jens into buying the chain.
DeA was starving from the drive, and the kids love the Asian market across the street from the condo, so we stopped in to try and find human food. We found fish head stew, which I don't think qualifies.
Rock still felt like crap, so he and DeA stayed home while Jens, Ryker and I went to the game. Ryker was very worried about Rock, and kept mentioning how badly he felt for him.
We had bomb seats.
Rock and Schnookums showed up at the end of the first period, and Rock seemed fair to middlin', but still enjoyed the game.
It was a tough, physical and poorly officiated game that ended the wrong way, but we still had a blast.
No Canucks game is complete without a visit to Boston Pizza after.
DeA said she had fun, but she kept making this face while rubbing her temples.
Panookie for the win.
It was a rough go the next morning, the kids were very worn out.
We didn't want to load Rock up and drive 30ish minutes to church, so we watched a sacrament meeting on YouTube. Our ward's stream didn't work, so we enjoyed a ward conference from some NoCal ward.
Ryker was very excited to try the Costco poutine, and he was definitely not disappointed.
We made a few more trips to the Asian store, but honestly it felt more like a pet store.
We were going straight to SeaTac to fly out to Arizona, but got in a little workout. DeA and Jens did some exercises together to get Jens ready to spike more volleyballs.