Dang kids. Every year like clockwork they show up for this fireworks thing that the city has to have on my front lawn. With their noise and their trash and their rappitty music. Ok. Except for the huge amount trash (pick up after yourself if this is you) people leave behind on the beach and sea wall and the odd excessive noise very late at night I love the Celebration of Light. See!
And this is why! Look at that! Crazy! And all set to music. The organizers could do a much better job of setting up speakers that those not paying a huge amount of money for the right to sit in a bleacher could hear. Fortunately they put the signal out on a radio and I have a little hand held that can sometimes pick it up. This year for Vietnam they did a poor job of signaling when it was going to start so I had to chance to find the signal. Found it for Brazil and random people next to us hooked it up to their speakers so we blasted it and everyone all around could hear the Batucada!
So early it is in the picture below. The sun is not quite down. By dark there is no green space left and people are on top of each other. No exaggeration in that. Geordie and I are lucky to live one block away from this so as soon as it is over we bail and watch the crowds swarm by from the apartment balcony overlooking Denman while the Blade Runner helicopters sweep. 'Hee hee.... suckers...' we chuckle as we drink our wine overlooking the streaming mass of humanity.
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