Day Three
It all began with a knock on an unknown door and ended with an antiquated fridge on a cart and my mother declaring, "I'm in love," and really it never got much better than that...until I discovered that the now cream-colored interior of the fridge is trimmed in a sea foam green. A color that predates the vague and popular in the 1990's, teal. The handle is raised and square and the front is covered in stickers from bands that have already had their comebacks. The Indian man who sold it to me (his name sounds like giraffe) told me and mother that he was going to marry Cameron Diaz and later retracted the comment with, "No, she's not good enough for me."
The good news is the fridge works and isn't as loud as the 1960's aircraft that took us to the great north. The bad news is that Giraffe took out the Coke Zero he had placed in the fridge to prove to me that it had cooling capabilities.
Following the fridge we went to the Vancouver Aquarium. I'm wondering if there is a refund for the time we spent in line to see some very unexciting Belugas. They don't do anything beyond glide around in water AND, they are gray and lumpy. What's the big fuss? (Note: Mother purchased not one, but two, beluga whale print mugs)
Haven't climbed the steps yet to the nude beach but, judging from another beach, human beluga-look alikes are sunning themselves and are even more exciting to watch than the real thing. Maybe the aquarium should load the tank with hundreds of little pretty fish to make the exhibit more exciting. It certainly makes the human belugas more exciting.
Yours forever,
Cameron Diaz
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