I think it might just take me an hour to actually type out all the crazy stuff that happened this weekend! Let’s start at the beginning though…
On Friday night Steve and I had planned to go see the finale of the International Fireworks Competition. This is a competition where three countries try to blow up a lot of fireworks for a bunch of stoners who get high and sit on the beach. They also scream with amazement. A LOT. In fact, I can easily say that I’ve never seen so many people go so nuts over what is essentially just a show of fire. But you know what? Fire is cool, and if I were on drugs, I would have probably screamed too. It was just funny to think that so many people at a beach could yell with so much joy at a choreographed fireworks show. We’re talking so loud that I couldn’t even hear the music that the fireworks were choreographed to!
The best part about this is that the fireworks were launched off of a bard that was a little ways into the ocean. Basically you get to sit on the beach with a zillion other people and everyone has a perfect view. Apparently Canada won the competition, but I’ll be damned if I could tell you which one of the sets was actually Canada. I mean, I could tell that there were about four different shows, but fireworks tend to kind of blend together into a large bonanza of explosives, so I wasn’t too focused on the hard facts.
The part that you will likely enjoy the most is that Steve and I managed to walk in the EXACT WRONG DIRECTION to get to the fireworks. I don’t even know how it happened, or why neither of us realized that we were walking North, when we should have been heading South! We even planned out how to get there, but for some reason we got so excited about going to the fireworks that we headed off to the PORT. WTF??? Needless to say we had to take a cab to the beach, and the cabbie proceeded to laugh his ass off at how stupid we were. Not in a mean way, but like a “you darn kids” kind of way. Seven bucks later we were at the beach!