Hockey, Magenta Wig, Rainbows and Handcuffs

And I thought Winnipeg was a hockey town! I was sitting here reading at about 11:00 pm when I suddenly heard many people in cars go zooming by sounding their horns. I knew it was because either the Canucks won their first game against Anaheim or there were way too many weddings held on a Friday night! Sure enough, I checked the NHL website and they won 2-1 in the second overtime period. All the buses here have their route designators programmed to read: GO, CANUCKS, GO. Who knew Vancouver was such a jock town! I suspect they will keep me awake all night with the honking so I figured I might as well write a new blog entry.

Today I went to a doctor's office to see whether she was taking new patients. Well, I still don't know because she only works on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. They're going to get back to me on that one. But on the walk back down Davie Street I saw a very interesting sight. Something I don't think I ever would have seen in Winnipeg.

It was only about 5:30 in the evening and I saw a man wearing a long, bright magenta wig walking in high heels. Magenta! - way over the top. I'm just saying. I really think it was much too early - the clubs probably weren't even open yet - and the poor fella was struggling to balance on the heels. I almost offered to give him lessons in walking in heels. But my daughter said, "Mom, don't you dare!" in a long-suffering voice.

I have heard that the Gay Pride parade is a sight to behold. I guess that's something to look forward to. One of my friends, D., who had participated in the parade said, "Did you see the parade last summer? I was in it." So I told him that I had missed it but I was looking forward to the next one. I told him I could point to him in the parade and say: "I know him!" He batted his eyelashes and said, "You might want to say - I know HER." Well, that certainly put me in my place.

I guess I would have to conclude Vancouver is a city for people of all stripes and persuasions. All the colours of the rainbow, you might say. Until I came to the West End I thought a rainbow was something you found in a children's book. When I first saw all the rainbows in the windows of businesses I thought: How nice, so many businesses welcome children! Duh! But my daughter clued me in pretty quickly. You can learn so much from your children.

In this metropolis, there is never a dull moment. On the same walk I also saw two police officers arresting a man. He was wearing handcuffs and they were patting him down for weapons. People watching in this city is like watching a reality TV show! Oh, Prairie Crocus, I think you are in the big city now.

Bye for now. I will keep you posted on my experiences.

People always ask me, 'Were you funny as a child?' Well, no, I was an accountant. ~Ellen DeGeneres