If you’re in Vancouver right now, you know how ass-bitingly cold it is at the moment. And I don’t mean the normal Canadian cold, I mean “-8 and we start panicking and lining the walls of bedrooms with extra blankets because this is Vancouver and we are wusses” cold.
But still myself and Dr. Roommate & Friends persist in our nightly jogs through the graveyard.
But we bundle up because, you know, we’re not stupid.
Last night, I kind of half-assed it, because… well, Vancouverites, especially myself, are not your average Canadians.*
We can only try really, really hard to look the part.
I wore a touque that kind of looked like this, only with giant maple leafs everywhere:
Unfortunately, I had lost my snowman-adorned, mother-purchased mittens earlier that day, so my little handsies were tucked into the sweatshirt.
This was truly a shame, as the mittens would have taken the attention away from my strikingly fashionable Vancouver Canucks
pajama pants sweatpants. Before we ventured out, I actually ran them by the jogging commitee to see if they could indeed pass as sweatpants.
I was told by Dr. Roommate: “They look fine, but I’ll know.”
Where were my actual sweatpants, you may ask?
Now I could make up some story involving earthquakes and zombie plagues and cougar attacks and ninja-star-wielding hitmen whose powers combined somehow prevented me from doing my laundry, but the truth is… I simply don’t know what happened to my sweatpants.
Anyway, to make it worse, it was really, really cold and I was getting that irritating little breeze blowing up the cuffs of the
So I did what any rational person would do.
I tucked them into my socks.
It looked amazing, kinda like this awesome person:
I’m not really sure what elaborate conclusion one can draw from this other than to serve as a future footnote on my psych ward application. Perhaps I was rocking the fur trapper look? A little courer de bois for the 21st century?
However, there was the possibility that I might have looked kind of drunk. Thus, with the overabundance of maple leafs on my ensemble, one could assume I was simply celebrating the Olympic anniversary.