Winter Wonderland

Or did I mean to say, "boogie wonderland"? Many are staying indoors and with good reason. There is at least a half foot of frozen snow on the ground. For the throngs of Vancouvergoers who can't stand the thought of brewing their own coffee or for those like me who don't own a Mr Coffee and want to shell for the stuff down the street it's hazerdous. True the many who had the extra cash to buy the SUV of their teenage dreams a few years back before the gas prices made the rest of us douches wag our fingers and say "in your face - landrapers!", we are now recieving a counter wag in the face, a "coup-fouret" as the French like to say. This morning I was navigating the ice patches down the hill to a local coffee chain with a girl no less (my neighbor) and in my weathered, New Balance and low-cut wanna-be jeans when my feet went out from under me and I wiped out pretty spectacularly with my feet scrambling for control and then whammed straight down on my ass. Seeing people wipe out is usually pretty funny, especially when they're so unprepared for wiping out, but it still hurts. Especially when you imagine others watching you wipe out. Vancouver is definitely not well prepared for snow, but anyone who lives here knows, that - and it's a good thing. I'm not sure I could handle -30 degree winters every year, but that's me. Something about the tropics just calls to me. Maybe it's the warm weather, laid back lifestyle, or the abundance of fresh fruit. Or maybe it's just the warm weather. Apparently I'm not alone. And for all those of you who say, "Oh, I looove the snow and cold in the winter. I wouldn't have it any other way!" and then jet off to Acupulco for 2 weeks in January just when the gettins good; you can't handle it either. Admit it, snows fun for 1 month tops and then it starts to become a pain in the !##$##@ read, "my fucking" ass.