Canadians and their fans celebrated a great Canada Day (Fête Du Canada) at the Washington, DC embassy, July 1, 2009. Canada Day is America’s Fourth of July equivalent.
I enjoyed the barbeque, air puppets, kiddie tattoos, and a photo op with the RCMP (aka the “Mounties”).
God bless Canada… but please don’t bring their healthcare system here.
If you’re a Canadian (or someone who loves ‘em) check out the Canada Day party finder here.
Addendum: just added a bonus photo taken with a Blackberry – me horsing around.
Today I live-blogged the inauguration via Twitter. Thanks for all of you who followed my personal anecdotes and to those who felt it was TMI, sorry. I chatted about everything from Susan Sarandon’s Visine addiction, to police security instructions, to a near fight that broke out in a group of cold and frustrated people who weren’t allowed onto the parade route. And best of all, I speculated as to whether there may be an official “inaugural pooper scooper” to clean up after the horses in the parade.
I promised the folks on Twitter that I’d have photos on my blog later today. So here they are. Photo 1 was taken of me and my “peeps” in our parade perch at 601 Pennsylvania Avenue (thank you, AHIP). The rest are pretty self explanatory. It was a really fun and momentous occasion.
Doug and Heather
True story: three years ago in New York City I decided to attend a Halloween costume party dressed as Jackie O. My husband dutifully accompanied me as a secret service agent. I wore a mauve, tweed suit with a three-strand pearl necklace, large sunglasses, a pill box hat, white gloves, and a brown wig. We entered the party with much fanfare. I was quite pleased until someone approached and said,
“Great costume. You look JUST like Monica Lewinsky!”
I started a new diet the next day.
This year I decided to be something that no one would mistake – a vampire from the Underworld movie series. My husband was supposed to join me as a co-vampire, but this year he dug in his heels and decided to do his own thing. What could be better than a vampire escort?
Steve chose to be “Lad Armstrong,” Lance’s older brother. He wore bicycle shorts and a helmet and wrist guards, with an ankle bracelet. He claimed to have taught Lance everything he knows about cycling, but is still sore about him stealing his anklet idea and developing it into a livestrong bracelet cult.
Anyway, I thought you’d enjoy some photos from the party. Someone’s dad dressed up as a flasher. I thought it was pretty clever. Unfortunately my camera was not fast enough to capture the goods during a flash. So I’ll leave that up to your imagination.
I did have a friend help me with my vampire look. Hope you all had a safe and entertaining Halloween! What did you dress up as?
Vampire Val & Lad Armstrong