You: tanned and lovely, reading a book in the hot sun. Me: feeling slightly guilty in the cool shade. We joked about how Vancouverites spend nine months of the year carrying umbrellas, that some just can't seem to shake the habit when it's nice. Wanted to say more than just "see you" when you left, but two guys came along and kind of got in the way. It would be really nice to meet for coffee sometime if you're free.