Random Canada Day Silliness…

by Natalie P.

July 2, 2008 | Filed Under Lifestyles of the Heartlessly Bitchy, Random Silliness | No Comments

Canada Day here is our equivalent of the US “Fourth of July”.   Living in the nation’s capital, we do it up, Bigtime.  Parties everywhere, tens of thousands of people thronging the streets, and given that the weather was FINALLY decent for a day, it seems that everyone (AND their dogs) were out enjoying the weather.  Some people hate the crowds, but a number of our friends enjoy going out, seeing the sites, and enjoying the mayhem.

Our day started with a group “breakfast”, at 12:30, at a pizza place.  I know. The irony kills me too.

(Well, in reality, the day started out with the bf making me late, but I won’t go into THAT here…)

Then we *sauntered* down to parliament hill (the bf insisted we SAUNTER rather than walk at A’s usual break-neck pace).

We arrived in time to Steve-o, our less-than-illustrious PM arriving for the festivities. *MEGAYAWN*.

So we left the crowds, (and the smell of the port-a-cans) behind and went to another popular location, “Major’s Hill Park”.  Unfortunately, it was a complete and total zoo as well, and K just wanted to sit down somewhere and not fight crowds… The bf wanted to see if they had “lumberjack” shows on again this year, so we circled the outside of the park down to the show area, and found some guys doing hip-hop/breakdancing.  Nope. no lumberjack poles.  Ah well.

The requirement for a place to sit and drink beer was voiced, insistently, and since nobody objected, we made our way to a pub on Sussex, and proceeded to stay there till around 4:30pm.  Then a few of us headed off to M&J’s for their now infamous Canada Day back yard party which includes killer margaritas and yummilicious burritos.  Of course, after LAST year’s “incident” involving desecration of a Canadian Flag, the bf has sworn off tequila AND as such, the killer margaritas.  It wasn’t until this year that I learned the margaritas are 75% alcohol.  Well THAT would explain why last year I felt like someone had hit me over the head with a brick the moment I stood up!  This year I limited myself to just 3 margueritas over course of the whole evening. 

On the way there, we wandered along the Rideau Canal towards the “drunk bridge” which would we would have to cross to get to M&Js. The “Drunk Bridge” as the bf calls it, is a footbridge put in just last year, that connects the Univeristy/Residences with the other side of the Rideau Canal – ostensibly to Elgin Street, where many of the bars are.  In other words, most people crossing from Elgin to the University side at night, are probably *staggering* across.

There are a lot of interesting people about on Canada day, and this time was no exception.  As we were walking down the canal, we saw a guy hustling past us in a red dress.   I guess I missed the first one because the bf said, “That’s the second guy I’ve seen in a dress along here. I wonder what’s going on?”  We could see another guy coming towards us in a patterned but mostly red dress, with what we THINK was a woman in a red dress beside him… Yep, something was definitely going on.  As the guy passed, I realized that it was a former roommate of mine.  I told the bf this after they’d gone by.

“Really? He looks really OLD”.

“He’s 9 years younger than me.” (the Bf is one year younger than I am so I can still claim to be banging a younger guy).

“He still looks really old.”

“He was much cuter when he was younger.”

“He didn’t seem to recognize you.”

“If he did, I suspect he wouldn’t have the courage to say two words to me anyway.  After all, I did kick his ass out.”

The bf gave me that knowing nod.  The “I’d probably not want to cross you again if I’d pissed you off once before” look.

We made it across the drunk bridge without incident, and without running into any more men in dresses.  When we got to M&J’s there were jello shots waiting patiently for takers.  *sigh*  And here I am, facing the fact that I have a 9am meeting tomorrow morning.

Though we had cheap tickets to a parking lot party back in the market, and I would REALLY have liked to see The Cliks, in the end inertia took its toll and we stayed drinking and talking to people at the party.  The food was fabulous, but I paced myself on all fronts. 

Eventually we all departed (except our delightful but exhausted hosts) for the fireworks at 10:00pm. This year I could walk there by myself, unsupported by A.

On our way back to the car I spotted a woman walking in front of us with 4″ high heels that had red satin straps wrapped/tied around her ankles.  I noted that they were very festive – very “Canada Day” in their redness, and that I rather liked them, except that I couldn’t imagine walking 3 meters in those shoes, much less 3 blocks.  T said, “Yes, but *she’s* probably a trained professional.”

To which A (my son’s gf) said, without skipping a beat, “Yeah, and I’ll bet it involves a pole.” 

That girl is coming along just FINE under my tutelage. 

 

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