After a missed attempt to witness the Celebration of Light’s opening ceremony on Wednesday (22 July), we finally made it out this evening to catch China’s display.
We got there at about the time everyone else was arriving and joined the long line of cars attempting to park at Stanley Park. After some frustration, we finally got a spot near the tennis courts and made our way to the beach.
There were plenty of people there already and we were fortunate to get a relatively central spot with enough space to spread out our queen-sized picnic blanket.
Time flies whenever Eli’s by my side and this evening was no different. Except, we did have some very interesting interaction with Vancouverites.
- There was a lot of pot smoking, which always gives me a headache. Seriously, marijuana smells like a skunk’s fart! Why do people smoke it for pleasure?
- There was a lot of wet footed, oblivious-to-others individuals, who kicked sand all over other people.
- There was a lot of wet and sand covered a**holes who stepped on other’s picnic mat and kicked sand in other’s faces.
- There was a man who challenged Eli to a fight but backed down as soon as Eli stood up. The dude must have seen a guardian angel hovering above Eli because he was a good sized man, easily double Eli’s built. Or perhaps, as with all ‘violent’ encounters, our enemies always see us double or triple our actual size, and back away (true story). It is an amazing thing to be protected by Jesus Christ.
At 10p.m., the display of fireworks came on and we were staring in the sky for 30 minutes. I honestly did not get how the music complements the display or vice versa.
As the last of the fireworks went off, we quickly packed up and made our way back to the car. It’s amazing how quickly everyone moves at that time. Suddenly Vancouverites are as efficient as Singaporeans!
Traffic was a killer. We were sleepy and hungry, and wound up pulling into some convenience store and bought some questionable carbs and a drink, ate and made our way home.
Was all that worth it for 30 minutes of fireworks (which I am not even sure why humans are so fascinated by)? No, it wasn’t. But it was all worth it because I shared every minute of it with the person who lights up my life, every single minute.
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