Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

It's hot in Vancouver, and I'm in heaven. I'm not talking about those warm spring days where you don't have to wear a jacket/jumper/hoodie to work. I mean - not a cloud in the sky, not a breeze of cool air, shirt soaking, sweat dripping, hot! As my friend Ozzie would say, it's definitely batwing weather. He can always be counted on for a lude comment.

Risqué vocab aside, this is the hottest summer in Vancouver that I can remember, and very reminiscent of Mexico, especially Acapulco, which's known for its constant 28-32 degree weather. Granted...that not saying much, considering I have the memory of a gnat and can't actually remember the last time Vancouver had a decent summer. But I digress. Every one is out buying fans and air conditioning units, the beaches are completely packed with sun worshipers, Vancouverites are walking around in the tiniest of itty bitties and the water cooler topic of conversation is a combination of how hot it is outside, and why the Bachelorette chose that poor schmuck.

Sure, I've finally caved and had to buy a fan so that sleeping goes back to being a pleasurable event, but for the most part - I'm loving it! (Aside from the batwing). Up the humidity level a few notches and you're basically in Acapulco, sans the stinkin' mosquitoes that plague most Mexican cities at night. All you need now, are the clean beaches, cold showers and the chicklet kids.