We're going to have some...ice cream.
Ah, Canada Day weekend.
They've come up with some new fireworks since the last time I saw a show. Those spirally ones are really neat, as are the ones that unleash a flaming swarm of bees. Also, there is no better recipe for terrible innuendo than late-night patriotic picnicking, especially when the best food around consists of disturbingly phallic spring rolls and pantomime ice cream.
In other news, thank goodness echolocation is difficult in this neighbourhood. I don't even want to know who is watching porn that loudly. At least it's not the real thing, as things sound a bit painful out there. Never before have I been so comforted by saxophone and wah pedal.
