So last week was Canada Day and like a good Canadian I tried my best to have an awesome time. I went to a picnic at Trinity Bellwoods that was complete with fake moustaches, sparklers, half-ass fireworks, spilled sangria, strawberry salsa, healthfood row cheezies, super fun girls that I barely know (and a couple I do), a pervert behind a tree with no pants on and to end the night on a predictable note a dog who partied too hard and barfed his brains out the entire way home.

You may be asking yourself right now, that all seems fun and good, but..hey..a man behind a tree with no pants on?? Yeah, that was really weird. It got especially awkward when my new friend Kate decided to confront said pantsless gentleman about the inappropriateness of his pantslessness, dancing with a sparkler no less. I would like to say this is an uncommon occurrence in my life but unfortunately things like unexpected pantslessness happens a lot to me. I’ve been flashed more times than I can count. For Christs sakes people keep your damn pants on in public! As Kate pointed out to the Canada Day streaker “THERE ARE KIDS THAT CAN SEE YOU!”