It was the proudest moment in my life
, it was the day the Spice Girls
came to Much Music
, the street was filled with the type of people that like the Spice Girls, but I was across the street in a bar watching the World Cup
. Hours later, France
had beaten Brazil
. Bloody France! Now I'm not French
or even French Canadian
, just Canadian Canadian
but I gleefully joined in the crowds
, dancing in the street
Then I stopped and looked at the situation around me. Here we are, a crowd, yelling and marching through the financial district and waving the Tricolor, while police officers looked on wairly. With this realization, I was filled with an urgent sense of ... something ... and managed to lead a not-insignificant portion of the crowd around me in a chant of Bourgeois Blood! Bourgeois Blood!
I don't know if I've ever been happier.