I had excellent intentions to sleep in this morning, but the knock on my window before 8am and two guys looking in at my naked quickly put a stop to that plan. Apparently window washers do not celebrate BC Day, and are outside my third floor suite with squeegees and a hose. They were likely more embarrassed than I was about my nudity, because I was mostly asleep when I realized they could probably see a mile of tit or two – their muttered conversation of “well, they KNEW we were coming today” meant little, because a) no we didn’t and b) it’s a holiday! Who cleans windows at 7am on a holiday?

Lemon is championing us ferociously by growling at the window washers. It is cute.

Aborted sleep aside, it is a holiday up in these parts and I am not at work. This is good, because I’ve had a Weekend of Adventure and could use this one more day to collect myself and maybe sit on a beach for several hours slathered in sunscreen and sand. In addition to the relaxation, this activity would be free – it’s been a very expensive weekend thus far, so free would be good. We’ve been to the Eatery, Playland, Incendios, Granville Island and Rogue Wet Bar since Friday, and while I am stuffed with ridiculously good food I am also poor now. I regret nothing, except maybe the Eatery (so. much. mayonnaise.) and going on the Gladiator at Playland. The rest of it was full of awesome.

I wish I could have gone to Pride, but I am no good in crowds. Every year I make plans to go, then .. don’t. It’s not for lack of love for either rainbows or gay sex, but I know I’d be vastly uncomfortable in the masses and it would be full of sad. Ironically, the fix is simple – be IN the parade. I could definitely get behind being a part of the celebration in some capacity – it’s on my bucket list – and yes, I know it’s ridiculous but so like me to hate crowds so hard but long to be on display in front of them. I am complicated, but I am okay with that.

Last night Shan and I went to see the closing performance of Hair, done by the same group that put on Rent last year. It was part of my birthday present – two tickets to that thing I like – and it was awesome. I hadn’t realized that the stage version was so different from the movie, and I was pleasantly surprised at all the wangs and boobs on display – so much naked! I don’t think I could handle being a hippie, though. The clothing kind of freaked Shan out – so many patterns – but I was dismayed to note that the stage costumes weren’t really that different from the things I currently have in my closet. I’m getting a lot better, but there was an extended period of several years in which I wore things that could easily be described as “hideous” for both fun and profit: SOMEONE had to provide colour, so it might as well be me. I still have the occasional bout of paisley, but seriously I’m much better now.

I’m going to be listening to the Hair soundtrack for weeks now. Sorry, Ed. MANCHESTER ENGLAND ENGLAND ACROSS THE ATLANTIC SEEEEEEEA AND I’M A GENIUS GENIUS I BELIEVE IN GOD AND I BELIEVE THAT GOD BELIEVES IN CLAUDE THAT’S ME

I am glad July is over. Bring on August!