Canada Day: a journey in funk and free things.

 I started my day pretty early by going uptown to take advantage of free admission and events going on. I ate free food in a historic landmark, wandered through the museum, saw all my favorite local politicians in the same place, explored a farmer's market to find a Bingo game going on across the square, and listened to celebratory fiddles. By early afternoon, the group of us had exhausted everything to do.

However, Maegan and I went back uptown in the evening for fireworks, which turned out to be the most downlifting display of bursts of light in thick fog I've ever seen. Our spirits were brought back up when the boardwalk stage was taken by a local funk band, a hilariously diverse collection of individuals including my music teacher's husband, Maegan's hairdresser, and the vice principal of a local high school. We had wandered through the crowd with the purpose of finding people to hang out with and we found a group of friends within three minutes, tops. Now let me tell you, if you ever want to have a really fun time, find a local funk band, a crowd of fun friends and strangers of all ages and various states of inebriation and dance to that funky music. Funk made everyone so happy.

It was a very Canadian day. Mediocre fireworks, fiddles, and the ever present odour of beer and cigarette smoke wafting through uptown really made it feel both celebratory and Canadian.

Hearts,
Julianne