I’ve been in Vancouver for about two months now, commuting to the San Francisco Bay Area once in a while. Tonight I did a show in downtown Vancouver and decided to rent a Zipcar (a car-sharing program I signed up for) instead of taking the bus because it’s a venue I’d never been to and I’m just getting over a cold so I didn’t want the added stress of trying to figure out how to bus there.
It was a good show and a fun night. As I was walking back the half kilometer from where I dropped of the Zipcar to my apartment at one in the morning in the 1ºC (34ºF) weather in my comedy outfit, I could see my breath and thought about how living in California has really spoiled me climate-wise. My comedy friend Sean Strycker, a born-and-bred Californian, was up to visit this weekend, and, he remarked how cold it was here, and yeah, he’s right. He was just realizing something I have known for a long time: namely, how lucky and spoiled Californians are about the weather (well, the ones that live on the coast at least).
Canada is a great place with cordial, decent people, and Vancouver is pleasant and beautiful city. And it’s got the most moderate climate in all of Canada.
And yet… it’s still so cold.