Well, at least, it was on Tuesday; which was when I planned to post this. The thing is I started drinking Blue Beavers just after arriving at Sebekia on Friday afternoon, and I didn’t stop until the wee hours of Wednesday morning. I remember there were some people, and then there was some loud explosions coinciding with bright lights. I found some pictures of fireworks on my camera, so I guess that explains it. Everything else is pretty hazy for me…so obviously it was one hell of a frakkin’ great week-end! 
I had to take a long hot shower before sitting down to write this. I was covered with campfire-smoke, Off (mosquito repellent), sunscreen, weasel hair, cheese from Tim’s exploding smokies, and a variety of other unidentifiable grime and grease. Fortunately, that can of beans I had for supper last night has finally worked it’s way out of my system.
In case any of our foreign Beer Buddies aren’t aware, Canada Day is a celebration of the day The Great Gretzky comes up from his fabled home in L.A. and gives hockey sticks to all the children who have been good throughout the year. If they’ve been bad they only get a hockey puck in their stocking. We leave out Big Mac’s and 7-Up for him to eat and some people will even leave out his rookie card in hopes that he might sign it.
Of course you could read about the “real” origin of Canada Day, but my reality is for more exciting. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to slowly wean myself back to a mere six-pack of Blue Beaver before the week-end. To all of our fellow Canadian Beer Buddies out there (you know who the four of you are), “Take off, eh!”