Last night, there were fireworks.
We originally planned to scoot down to English Bay and watch the fireworks from the beach, but we’re down two scooters at the moment and really lethargic about it all. Josh had the brilliant idea to instead go up Cypress to watch the fireworks, so we did that. Unfortunately, so did everyone else. I’ve never seen so many people at the lookout, and the whole thing really felt like a picturesque tailgate party – there were pickup trucks and loud music and lawn chairs. It wasn’t too bad though, and we did get to see the fireworks. I took pictures. Clicky clicky.
Tonight, there will be cleaning. Ed’s parents arrive on Saturday, and while they’re not staying with us, they’ll still be seeing our place for the first time. I still really enjoy our apartment, and when it’s clean it’s pretty dang spectacular – but right now, that spectacular is hidden under several layers of crap. Tonight, we clean. I have excellent intentions.
We’re trying to record something in The Lab, so I brought in a lot of my casting equipment. I almost wished someone tried to cut me off on my way to work this morning – I had a giant mic stand balanced between my legs, and I really wanted to use it as a weapon. No one tried to kill me today though, so I didn’t get to go all Falling Down on the collective asses of society.
There’s always the ride home, though.
Everyone in my building is getting puppies but me.
