Here I was, having sex with an attractive guy and my mind had momentarily wandered, dreaming up scenarios in which the police found my dead naked body in a wreckage at the bottom of an elevator shaft. Not the kind of shaft I was hoping to be wrecked by.
You might be thinking to yourself, I need a(nother) drink. But your wallet may be begging you to do otherwise.
September is that weird month in Vancouver’s in-between sunshine and sweater weather. It’s technically still summer but starting to feel like fall — and the best way to celebrate the cusp of the seasons is UBC’s Annual Harvest Feastival, filled with good people, great food and cozy vibes.
The night was young, and the faint scent of BO and food trucks intertwined and wafted through the air.