Just a Typical Day...

So this weekend I took it easy (well, easy for me... still crazy for others) but I opted to stay local over going to Pender Island for the annual Pender Bender for several reasons. One of which is that title alone. After the month I had, my liver needs a break! and I need to sleep. I may have said Leanne doesn't sleep but that's a fabrication. I do. I need a lot of it and frankly it is one of my most favourite activities (Well, aside from other things that happen in that venue).

So I slept Friday, and pretty well too... and in... slept in til almost 10! Very Exciting..... and it was also sunny! Another reason I didn't head to Pender... thought it was going to be rainy. So when I saw that it was a brilliant day, I phoned up Nanz & convinced her to go outside & play. So off we took for what was a 4 hour walk (My legs fell off when I got home. Have new ones now. They're quite lovely).

So along false creek we walked.... all the way to Kits beach which as it turns out was a feast for the eyes. It was nice out yes.... bikini weather? No. However, without fail, as soon as it's sunny, there is always one not so attractive man sporting a banana hammock on a grassy knoll.

However, here are some pics I took with my Krzr from the beach that day.




I don't konw why people drink or do drugs. Seriously sitting on that log, people watching was entertainment enough. First off we have the urban hippies. You know those types. They grew up in West Van, never really have worked as they don't need to but dress like crap & try to keep it real by playing bongos & listening to Bob Marley (ok, maybe you don't know the type but that's who was to the right of the people on the empty log). Yea, a threesome of guys copped a squat in front of that log. Two of them ripped their shirts off.. why? I don't know. I suppose it was only to achieve loads of attention. If that didn't work, they had their mini speakers & bongos to play. I know it doesn't sound all that bad at this point but one decided to lay flat on his back and then pitched what appeared to be a massive tent.... Nanz points this out to me and unfortunately we couldn't stop staring. I would like to think that it was perhaps just the way the jeans fell and that it wasn't the case at all.... but do guys tell eachother those things? do you bring it up?

Side Bar: I remember one time I was at Kits, playing boccé with Porridge and there was a lone guy that was napping in the distance. Unfortunately for him, his neon shorts did pitch quite the tent and luckily for us, I won the round. Out goes the marker ball.... right over said sleeping guy. So there we are playing boccé over the lone camper when he finally did stir.... I love that we looked around & pretended that we just happen to be standing there. Nevermind the fact that we're holding balls in our hands..... Yea, So much for subtle.

ANYWAYS... the camping trio was later met by another couple of guys which REALLY excited one of the shirtless ones who was more of the pretty boy of the group too... He frantically waved his arms about & jumped up to run at his friends. You'd think he was about to tackle them but instead does this fake dive in front of their feet... and everyone laughs. Seriously, it so looked like some bad 70's summer movie where everyone is just happy go lucky and then put on their coppertone to get that even tan. Not to be outdone, pretty boy doesn't run, doesn't walk but frolics back to the blanket as he is apparently REALLY excited... and by frolic I mean this weird skippy thing followed by a dive sommersault, hops up & then plops down on his ass.
(I'm not kidding).

It's about this time, that Nanz noticed that the third guy sees us laughing at them and is looking uncomfortable & shifty. Dude, your friends are lame, you should be uncomfortable & shifty for more then just the fact that we're laughing at you. Who frolics?

So needless to say, we decide that maybe we shouldn't stare at them anymore and start looking around as there were plenty of other interesting types around. For example the couple that sat behind us building sand castles with tons of toys but no children in sight. What was good too was that they were just sitting on the log not talking to each other. Seemed like such a scene from Napoleon Dynamite.

Then there was my favourite...... Mr. Beach.

I was pretending to be taking more pictures of Nanz so I couldn't get in very close but let me paint this picture for you. He's wearing a Rolling Stones T-Shirt, he's drinking a can of Kokanee (BC Beer for all of you that are unaware), and rocking it out to his ghetto blaster... to what? you ask... No, it's not the Stones, not Zepplin... Not even Queen..... No, he's listening to Laura Branigan "Self Control".

Yea............................. awesome.

Course we had that song in our head for the remainder of the day & couldn't stop singing it.

Then the rest of the weekend was filled out with drinking & general shenanigans but we didn't photograph THOSE events... oh & here is Nanz not keen on me taking pics of her:

Upon further inspection in this photo... there is a child in the back building castles in the sand.