is it over?
I find myself in Seattle for the weekend. Not just any weekend. Possibly the most important weekend in any Canadian’s life. If you’re not Canadian, check out this (SPOILER ALERT!) and if you are Canadian, then you know what I’m talking about.
So it’s 11:45am and Sam and I arrive at Buckley’s. If it isn’t for the fact that I am wearing a dark blue sweater, I would be feeling completely out of place. There are no spare seats so we stand awkwardly between some tables, we order two ‘cheap local beers’ (cue dirty look from the bar tender) and I start a marco polo game with the other patrons.
“USAAAAAAAAA!!!” (them)
“CAAAAAAANADAAAAAAA” (me)
Pause. Awkward silence. All eyes on… Me.
A nice man approaches me with a red sweater in his hands. “You might want to put this on.”
Sadly, my 2 weeks as an avid hockey fanatic hasn’t been enough to warrant owning any hockey attire, any Canadian attire, or even anything red at all. So I accept this gift graciously and get back to the chanting.
We all know what happens here, so I’ll skip ahead a little bit.
It’s 9pm and there are 4 of us sitting around a dinner table in Vancouver. We are eating pasta with cheese and baguette and sharing a bottle of red wine. We can hear (and see) the fireworks outside.
Can you sense what’s odd about this?
It’s the final night of the Olympics and we’re all completely sober.
At 11pm, Tess and I get on the 9 and head home. We can hear a few car horns tooting in the distance, but our bus is full of tired, slightly drunk-but-not-debaucherous citizens. As we walk the 100metres from the bus stop to our home, we see a couple of Canada-flag-as-cape clad people stumbling to their homes.
We trod up our stairs in silence.
As we are lying in bed, Tess takes my hand and asks “Pam?”
“Yes darling?”
“Is it over?”
“I think so.”
“No more hockey?”
“Nope.”
“No more yelling Canada in the streets?”
“Nope.”
“No more singing the anthem on the bus?”
“Nope.”
“No more free tickets to fun events?”
“Nope.”
“No more German House?”
“Nope.”
“No more drinking because ‘it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity?’”
“Nope.”
“No more rubbing down the bodies of hot Russian athletes?”
“Tess, we never did that.”
…
“No more high fiving people in the streets?”
“Tess. There will always be high fives.”
“Good.”
“Good night Tess. Tomorrow we begin a new life.”
“Of good health?”
“Yes, of good health.”
“Pam?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too Tess.”
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ohhhhhhhh hahahaha i am tear-streaming at my computer. i cannot WAIT to see you both. hilarious xxxxxxxxxxx
Oh bless, I can’t wait to be there either. This is my only happy place where i can say YES I am going to Canada!!! Facebook cannot know. Work cannot know… but A Boy in our Closet can know!!!! Yeaaaahawwww xxx love to you both.
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