Enchanted Vancouver

Yesterday we went to the Work Less Party north of East Hastings. I haven't seen this many awesome individuals in the same place since I went to Burning Man. Everybody was dressed up as trolls, elves, wookies, wore facial and body paint. No inhibitions, no issues - everybody was having a wicked time dancing to the super-multicultural lineup, cuddling in the cuddle puddle, hula hooping, and chatting about world issues. What a wonderful party - a true welcome back to the West Coast!

I'm hearing the SkyTrain's distant toot-toot, and it sounds infinitely comforting. The mountains look mysterious this morning, with their tips covered in clouds, revealing nothing about them. Perhaps people are so nice here because they are in constant awe of the nature surrounding them and therefore more aware of the relative insignificance of their day-to-day petty problems.