Ferris' Oyster Bar
Okay, I currently feel like puking my guts out. Don't get me wrong, the gravy served on the BC ferries is the best tasting liquid animal fat. Unfortunately my stomach urgently disagrees.
So, today Caitlin and I took the trek out to Victoria to visit Machala. My dearest M is looking foine as ever with a decoratively festooned living place. We basically wandered around Downtown Vic looking at those cute little shops and I ended up going beserk (almost) at a bead shop because beads are the NEW COOL. There's so many little nooks and heritage alleyways that got me so excited for some odd reason (I think it's the novelty of all things heritage and heritage smelling). One thing to note, the streets in Downtown are remarkably clean and the people seem kind of nicer and less hostile than the Downtown core in Vancouver. The plan was to shop around and eat at the Oyster bar before heading out to see Memoirs of a Geisha. Okay, lemme say that the Oyster Bar is fan-frickin'-tastic because for 8 bucks you get a truckload of yummeh food. I was so stuffed. Of course I had a couple of freshly shucked raw oysters from Ferris Bay (hint: raw oysters = very happy, very excited jane), much to Cait and Machala's dismay/disgust. We missed the showtime for Memoirs so we just headed back to Machala's place to show us around and also watch Pirates of the Caribbean. The DVD didn't work so we watched Mars Attacks! ...such an entertaining movie. Anyways, Machala's corner is super cozy and spacious (especially the washroom!!). She managed to decorate the place complete with a real tree and all. I'm glad to have come despite how long it takes for transportation. I'm just going to end it here and continue feeling nauseous about this damn gravy.