So, Canada Day
Jul. 3rd, 2005 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojYeah, I know it was a couple of days ago. I'm a little e-slow these days.
Went downtown. It wasn't a great day. Chris was not in the best of moods, and subsequently, neither was I, and Justin was being difficult. Add to that Daniel's normal spaciness, rain showers that came and went, events that got cancelled because of the rain, and disappointments for the kids because of said cancellations, and it turned out not so great. Not horrible or anything, just kinda meh. Except for some outstanding sushi dinner and the fireworks. Oh, and I got some henna hand paint that looks pretty cool.
The fireworks, however, were great. About 15 minutes worth, very pretty. They even had a few that looked like hearts - I didn't even know such a thing was possible.
Waaay too many people were celebrating Canada's lax marijuana laws. I kept getting the munchies. I would bemoan the sweet herb's popularity if I hadn't remembered what downtown smelled like when I was a teenager on Canada Day: the inside of a beer keg. To the point that, one Canada Day, I got home, went to give my mom a good night kiss, and woke her up with the aroma that still clung to me an hour's bus ride later. "Were you drinking?" she asked.
"No. Why?"
"You smell like you spilled beer on yourself!"
"Yeah, I know. None of my friends were drinking either. Didn't have to. We just inhaled."
Now? Notsomuch. Not that there wasn't a lot of beer present, but it wasn't as pervasive.
Oh and I wonder if pot is more of an aphrodisiac than alcohol. Because there was an awful lot of hormonality going on around us too. Of the moan-uttering, spit-sharing, bum-groping, hickey-making kind. Of the 'I didn't think I wanted Daniel to learn about the birds and the bees from live demonstrations' kind. Ew.
Oh and two people asked us if anybody ever noticed that Justin looks like that kid from Jerry Maguire. For the record, yes, a lot of people have ;)
A picture is worth a thousand words, so here's a few thou. Mostly just of the crowds, because people who don't live in Ottawa apparently don't believe that it's a big deal anywhere. Just a day off from work, maybe go downtown and see a few people waving red and white flags, little fairs and parades here and there, maybe a little fireworks show. We celebrated it in Quebec a few years ago, and they don't even call it Canada Day - they call it Moving Day, because a lot of leases are up on July 1.
Well, it's a big deal here. A huuge swath of downtown is closed to traffic. Over 300,000 people watch the fireworks. Everything comes to a standstill. Trust me. It's big.
Went downtown. It wasn't a great day. Chris was not in the best of moods, and subsequently, neither was I, and Justin was being difficult. Add to that Daniel's normal spaciness, rain showers that came and went, events that got cancelled because of the rain, and disappointments for the kids because of said cancellations, and it turned out not so great. Not horrible or anything, just kinda meh. Except for some outstanding sushi dinner and the fireworks. Oh, and I got some henna hand paint that looks pretty cool.
The fireworks, however, were great. About 15 minutes worth, very pretty. They even had a few that looked like hearts - I didn't even know such a thing was possible.
Waaay too many people were celebrating Canada's lax marijuana laws. I kept getting the munchies. I would bemoan the sweet herb's popularity if I hadn't remembered what downtown smelled like when I was a teenager on Canada Day: the inside of a beer keg. To the point that, one Canada Day, I got home, went to give my mom a good night kiss, and woke her up with the aroma that still clung to me an hour's bus ride later. "Were you drinking?" she asked.
"No. Why?"
"You smell like you spilled beer on yourself!"
"Yeah, I know. None of my friends were drinking either. Didn't have to. We just inhaled."
Now? Notsomuch. Not that there wasn't a lot of beer present, but it wasn't as pervasive.
Oh and I wonder if pot is more of an aphrodisiac than alcohol. Because there was an awful lot of hormonality going on around us too. Of the moan-uttering, spit-sharing, bum-groping, hickey-making kind. Of the 'I didn't think I wanted Daniel to learn about the birds and the bees from live demonstrations' kind. Ew.
Oh and two people asked us if anybody ever noticed that Justin looks like that kid from Jerry Maguire. For the record, yes, a lot of people have ;)
A picture is worth a thousand words, so here's a few thou. Mostly just of the crowds, because people who don't live in Ottawa apparently don't believe that it's a big deal anywhere. Just a day off from work, maybe go downtown and see a few people waving red and white flags, little fairs and parades here and there, maybe a little fireworks show. We celebrated it in Quebec a few years ago, and they don't even call it Canada Day - they call it Moving Day, because a lot of leases are up on July 1.
Well, it's a big deal here. A huuge swath of downtown is closed to traffic. Over 300,000 people watch the fireworks. Everything comes to a standstill. Trust me. It's big.
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Ok, the nickle shots?
Date: 2005-07-03 07:45 pm (UTC)Y'all are such a quirky, good-looking family.
Sarah
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Date: 2005-07-03 09:00 pm (UTC)!!!
That's who he reminds me of! You have no idea how long I've been trying to figure that one out. =)
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Date: 2005-07-04 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-03 09:02 pm (UTC)The nickel pictures are a scream!
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Date: 2005-07-04 02:20 pm (UTC)