Emile called while he was walking home from work – about 5:30 pm – to say he was heading to the beach nearly 4 kms away. He wanted to secure a spot perfect for viewing the fireworks at English Bay. It seemed early to me – 4 hours before it started – but Emile is like that. Once he does something, he does something. So, by the time I got home from work, he was gone. He texted to tell me of food trucks and beach volleyball, but I took a more leisurely pace and arrived only 1 hour ahead of show time.
Emile had staked out a spot leaning against a log – a coveted spot but usually more so when it is facing the fireworks barge. In this case, we were facing the opposite direction with a big log in the way when we turned to watch the fireworks. But it was ideal while we watched the crowds gather and the brave play amateur volleyball in front of a larger and larger crowd.
I bought myself a bowl of macaroni and cheese with broccoli and crispy onions and munched away waiting for the sun to drop. And watched the crowd from our beach front log.
And what do you know? – You could see from over that log for a fantastic show from the Canadian entry.
August 4th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Fireworks that go up, then down. The up again!