I ate a red and white breakfast, but I realized that I can’t dress the part today – I don’t own any red clothing. None! The best I can do is sport a pair of red and white underwear, which is a pretty sad state of affairs. Now, if our country colours were, say, black and army green, I would be patriotic every damn day of the year – but red and white I just can’t do with what is currently in my closet.

Ed left this morning for his road trip, meaning I get the bed ALL TO MYSELF for 4 whole nights (unless anyone wanted to join me – any takers?). I don’t know that I’ve had a long weekend to myself in recent years, and I’m a little at a loss of what to do. I want to go for a scoot for sure, and check out some of the Canada Day celebrations .. but do I want to be social? Or spend the day in solitude, just me n’ Oscar roaming the city? Decisions!

Last night there was a huge fight upstairs involving Angry Steve (the Bus Drivin’ Man) and the idiots upstairs. It was scary. Ed had to intervene – there was one very, very angry burly bus driver against 20 or so drunken kids full of piss and vinegar and beer and themselves. There were pushes, and a punch was thrown that thankfully didn’t make contact. It was a really fucking bad scene – people were literally screaming at one another (well, Steve was screaming at the idiots upstairs, who were beakin’ back at him like .. well, idiots) and threats and escalating tempers and whooooo boy. Bad stuff. The cops eventually showed up (after everything had calmed down), and the party went on until about 4 in the morning. I’m thinking our landlord is going to get a very angry earful about all this from Angry Steve, and rightfully so – the idiots upstairs have been here for less than a year, and it seems like every other week they have a houseful of drunken kids acting like this is a dormitory or something. Ugh.

Of course, here’s hoping that our landlord’s solution isn’t to just sell the building to the developers that have been sniffing around these parts, looking to demolish four buildings and put up some overpriced condos.

Happy Canada Day, everyone! I leave you with this quote, which is frankly hilarious and tickled me just so:

Denys Volkov, who hails from Kharkiv, Ukraine, offers this essential advice for any eastern Europeans trying to act Canadian: “Poutine (fries smothered in cheese and gravy) is not the same as Putin.” Volkov recounts how he moved to Manitoba to study and initially couldn’t understand why his friend kept asking his opinion of Russian President Vladimir Putin.

HAH!