In the spirit that inspires this blog I
visited one of the events from this past weekend. I give Victoria Day Weekend
Celebration ZERO out of eight elated children but nine out of eight
disappointed and emotionally damaged children.
This weekend was set to be the perfect
weekend. The weather was beyond gorgeous, the city was a-buzzin’, and I finally
convinced the boyfriend to tag along on one of the blog activities.
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| At laaaaast |
We decided to head down to the Victoria Day
Weekend Celebration (VDWC) on the corner of Preston and Carling. There were
throngs of people wandering around, couples lounging in the shade under trees,
and kids running up and down the boardwalk on Dows Lake.
The park we wound up in was in full Tulip Festival bloom. It was so beautiful. With no real schedule
and the unfounded confidence that we would eventually find the entrance to the
VDWC we leisurely took in the sights:
adorable lemonade
stands…
the Man With Two
Hats…
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| how many hats do you have? |
After our third tour around the park we were still not in any VDWC. No midway, petting zoo, or carnival games in
sight. We became unnerved. Paranoid, even. We turned and turned, returning to
locations we had checked before, followed an Indian family from a distance, and
stood on the corner of Preston and Carling with our necks craned and our eyes strained. All the while, the wretched Tulip
Festival was swallowing us whole and not being the VDWC.
Lost and beaten, we
gave up on ever finding the celebration. We found a neighbourhood patio instead and drowned
our sorrows…
… until we went to
go to Absolute Comedy
(on Preston) to have some yuks!
The only other time I’ve been to a comedy
club I can’t recall because of the beer. I was excited that a heckler might be there.
A sick little part of me was frothing to see an awkward public failing.
There was no failing. The comics were
ridiculously funny. I slapped my knee! I wish I could recall a single joke to
steal for my own use.
The opener was a gentleman named Guido Cocomello. If you ever get an opportunity to see him — GO*. I wish his set was longer
and that he lived in my pocket.
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| "aaayyyy." |
The emcee (Harry Doupe…?) was adorable and
the headliner, Ryan Belleville,
was really great from what I was told, though I can’t be sure. They should water down
the beer at comedy shows.
Absolutely exhausted, we piled into a cab to finally head
home. We sat reflecting on our day when the car took the first turn toward home...
*June 11th, keep an eye on the website
for details
Wait! What happened?? Were you in the wrong area?? I need to know!!
ReplyDeleteOh, Paul! It was around the corner from where we were the whole time! Hidden behind some clever shrubbery.
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