boom crash

i went to see the finale of the fireworks last night. i am torn about this whole vancouver phenomenon - some years i try and avoid it like the plague (last year, for example). this year i really wanted to check it out. so i did.

we went to this park on the west side - it's far away from the chaos of the beach scene, but is up on a hill so you can see all of the lightshow without being trampled by hordes of camera flashing tourists. really, the lightshow from the flashes on the beach rivals the spectacle in the sky, but i digress. someone nearby had the foresight to bring along a tinny portable radio so we could listen to the commentary and the music along with. it never ceases to amaze me how a crowd of (probably) just shy of 500 people can hush in an instant.

i was pleased that sweden won (sorry to those of you who had it taped to watch this morning). why is that, you might ask? based on previous posts you may have suspected me of cheering spain along... the truth is this - i'm irish. we generally root for the underdog. and come now, let's not kid. fireworks? in sweden? how unlikely is that? i bet they arrived in canada packed in a very flat box, and required several hours of excruciatingly frustrating do-it-yourself assembly as the presenters attempted to follow cryptic instructions and deciper runic diagrams. so good on them.

anyhoo, i'm off to brunch with the devastatingly handsome mike b. have a lovely sundae...