A couple of weeks ago, my friend Ken, who was visiting us in Vancouver with his partner Terry, asked, “My God, does anybody here have a job?” The beaches were packed with people young and old, playing volleyball, frisbee, swimming in the surf or just hanging out on a blanket in the shade. It was a Thursday, mid-afternoon.
This morning I took the pups to the beach near UBC for a romp at a typically deserted stretch of beach. I looked forward to letting them run to their heart’s content without fear of other dogs/people distracting them. WRONG! When we got to the beach, it was packed with sunbathers, dogs, kids. Hmmmmmm–Ken had a point–I don’t think anybody here has a job…
Oh, yeah. Just remebered. It’s BC (British Columbia) Day. A public holiday. And everybody, i mean everybody is out enjoying the 80-degree weather and unusually warm (for Canada) water temps.
When HK and I first arrived in Vancouver, it was Canada Day–Canada’s version of the 4th of July. Then came the 4th of July–not a Canadian holiday, but people seemed to be partying, anyway. And now it’s BC Day. Next month I’m sure there will be Coast Mountain Day, or Pacific Ocean Day, or the Canuck Festival or something like that.
OK, so here’s what I want to know. Where the hell is Georgia Day?? Or Southeast Day? Or Atlanta Day? Shit, I think I’ll proclain JulesRules Day on the second wednesday of every month. So mark your calendars, peeps, and let’s get out and have some FUN!