Monday. Fred calls to tell me he’s not entirely confident the weather is trending warm for his proposed fashion show on the Commons in front of Mink next month, and that he’s thinking of postponing it.
Originally contemplated as an invite-only catered luncheon, the mid-week affair would have models and clothes supplied by neighboring Leone, and props in the form of new model Rolls Royce motorcars.
“How does anyone plan anything outside when you live in a rain forest?” he asked. “If I have to put up tents, I might as well hold it inside the dealership, or on second floor womenswear.”
I try not to sound disappointed. I was looking forward to having the Café act as a staging ground for a bevy of nubile young things in various stages of undress, attended to by a cadre of fluffers and dressers, primpers and preeners, people whose only job is to tousle hair and command a pout.
“It’s too bad. I wanted to watch the models try and eat chocolate while sucking in their cheeks.” I say.
Tuesday. The Canucks play Chicago in the biggest Game 7 this city is likely to see for some time. All of a sudden, the biggest topic of conversation isn’t the depressing weather, it’s how depressing it will be if we lose. The grey skies, the below seasonal temperatures, the endless rain, pale in comparison to the potential pallor people are resigning themselves to live under if we end up blowing a 3 – 0 series lead.
Nathan walks into the Café sporting an Alex Burrows jersey, and orders a frozen blended chocolate drink, in spite of it being in single digits outside.
“You have a chance to redeem yourself,” I say, reminding him he called a 3 – 1 Vancouver win when in fact it ended 7 – 2 Chicago.
“That’s the reason why we lost,” he says. “I can’t gamble. There’s too much at stake.”
With that, he picks up his drink at the end of the bar, and walks out onto the Commons, into a torrential downpour.
Wednesday. Staci drops by the Café to get her schedule for the Mink Chocolates Mother’s Day pop-up shop at Holt Renfrew. She shows me pictures from her recent trip to Mexico.
“Where’s your tan?” I ask.
“I have a photo shoot next week. No sun for me,” she says. “It’s a Fall/Winter collection.”
“You could have saved yourself the jet lag and the expense and just had a few friends over for Margaritas.” I quip.
She opens her laptop and starts to watch a video about the preparations for the upcoming Royal Wedding.
“They say it’s going to rain,” Staci says nonchalantly. “Not even the Queen has enough clout to do something about the weather.”
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