So far this summer, I’ve spent most of my weekends at Kits beach assuming the position of a tanorexic and reveling in the non-stop entertainment that is people watching. Yes, this popular summer locale is known for its beautiful people but I’ve noticed more of a likeness to L.A.’s Venice beach in terms of random and strange occurrences. It’s the perfect place to situate for such delights, for example…Let’s take the cheerleading squad that uses the grassy patch at Cornwall and Yew to try out their tricks. Young, and otherwise miniature girls, fly through the air whilst kicking their legs behind their heads as some strapping young men hoist them up with one hand. Impressive...yet, odd. Is cheerleading seriously a common practice in Canadia? Who knew?
Next up you have the body builder boys sporting low cut v-neck shirts that have been otherwise painted on. I appreciate that they’re trying to flaunt their physique, but come on fellas…pretty sure I saw those shirts at American Apparel in the…ahem, girls section. Just peel the damn things off for f*ck sake, it is summer after all.
Then we have our sugary sweet Japanese gals sunbathing and giggling the day away. Just last weekend I spotted some harajuku types kickin' it in the Kitsilano, one who seemed rather distracted…by herself. While her gal pal lay snoozing beside her, this young lady began a photo montage - of herself - that would end up lasting about 20 minutes. Then, when she was through with her series of self-pics, she proceeded to curl her eyelashes with a contraption resembling that of a tire iron….over and over and over again. I thought to myself ‘oh no sweetie, please stop that...you’re going to pull every one of your eyelashes out. Drop the curler….DROP THE CURLER!’
Parking for the day = $10.
Ticket for drinking in public = $50.
Bizarre-o Vancouverites making a spectacle at Kits beach = priceless.
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