So . . . who wants to guess why the buildings are pink?

My first year living in Vancouver’s West End, my first summer adjacent to the Pride Week celebrations. This weekend saw me trying to find the best place to take photos of the parade without getting supersoakered, bubbled, or otherwise sprayed with festivities (my camera doesn’t like it). I tried out the balcony and the edge of the parking lot, but didn’t care to share the photos blatantly advertising for Falafel King or BC Hydro (hey, a power line’s part of the urban landscape).

Here are two from the roof for you. It’s nice to have a public lounge on the 27th floor:

Ok, so it’s a CBC truck. And more of those supersoakers I mentioned. At least it was a nice day.

As it turns out, the best place to watch the Pride Parade was at my friendly neighbourhood corner store, where I scurried in to buy coffee cream at the end of the parade. Air conditioned, completely deserted, and with a nice ol’ bouncer.

See you in 2012, Vancouver. I’ll be ready for ya next time.