As Saturday’s sun dipped away, I decided it was time to put something more substantial in my tummy.

A friendly and frisky giant Canadian man was so not what I was expecting to get into when I jetted off on a brisk flight from California to Vancouver, British Columbia for an old Auntie's joint travel regulations vol 2 second wedding.
Since her party was scheduled for Sunday afternoon, I decided joint travel regulations vol 2 to leave Los Angeles Saturday and explore the west coast Canadian culture hub. L.A. had me on a cruel dry streak recently and I was hoping a change of venue would get more juices flowing.
After I checked in to elegant accommodations at the Sutton Place Saturday afternoon, I made the few blocks stroll over to the Gay Village . Nestled on the West End between Coal Harbor and English Bay, with lush Stanley Park at the edge, the welcoming area had me splurging while shopping on Robson Street . Among mainstream staples like Club Monaco, LuLu Lemon, and Banana Republic joint travel regulations vol 2 were amazing boutiques overflowing with unique sweaters and stylish tee's you couldn't find at home. There were also no shortage of coffee bars and cafes overflowing with attractive men, from youthful to more mature foxes, that made just strolling aimlessly enjoyable.
As Saturday's sun dipped away, I decided it was time to put something more substantial in my tummy. Though Vancouver joint travel regulations vol 2 is overflowing with old-fashioned fine dining options like La Brassiere and Gotham Steakhouse , I decided it would be easier to dine alone and possibly strike of some casual connections in the super trendy and refined West Restaurant and enjoy one of their renowned tasting joint travel regulations vol 2 menus. The seafood, organic produce and sheer talent of the culinary artists operating in Vancouver easily rival if not surpass that of New York City, but the dining experience was much more serene and pleasurable.
In Van city the party sets off closer to midnight than ten, so I took a break for a quick swim and shower before slipping into my tightest jeans to hit the bars. I'd noticed earlier when perusing the gayborhood that Canadian joint travel regulations vol 2 men seem to be on the whole, somewhat lower fuss than the California boys I'm used to messing with. They have this enticing soothing, sexy vibe in the North that had me buzzing before I sipped my first drink at Celebrities , the biggest and glitziest gay club in the tight-knit town.
Right off the bat I noticed big sexy Bacon by the bar in his plaid shirt, looking all lumberjack joint travel regulations vol 2 hot. There were plenty joint travel regulations vol 2 of perfectly ripped men removing their shirts on the dance floor but I saddled up next to big boy Bacon at the bar.
Bacon was chatty; he loved his set design joint travel regulations vol 2 job in production and told me about boat parties the weekend before. He offered joint travel regulations vol 2 to take me to a forest party. Apparently, it's not so legal, but the collegiate set love to get trashed deep in the wooded surroundings of the city. "Things can get pretty wild since everyone is out of earshot," he warned me. Sounded refreshing but a little risky. Maybe on my next trip.
Bacon finished his fourth beer before I order a second drink. Everyone seemed to be able to out-drink. Since the drinking age here is nineteen, everyone can Drink , and this lower drinking age also explained all the baby-faced joint travel regulations vol 2 boy candy bumping to the beat.
After a few more drinks, shots, and near-fondles joint travel regulations vol 2 in the crowded club, Bacon was good to go. I led him out to the street where we were pleasantly greeted by several joint travel regulations vol 2 available, joint travel regulations vol 2 clean taxis. "We could totally bus it to my place," Bacon offered. I opted for the privacy of a cab so we could get closer on our way downtown….
The best java in the caffeine hooked city came from 49th Parallel Roasters . The organic, fair trade coffee as black as the devil, hot a hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love, -- and it was. The perfect double baked almond croissants and cozy blue mugs put me over the edge to pure vacation relaxation.
Always a hook up and never a husband, Frank Lopez works as a travel and entertainment writer based in Los Angeles, CA, where he cannot meet a sane attractive man to save his life. However, joint travel regulations vol 2 for some reason, as a tourist in hot gay destinations he is always quite lucky in lust love.