China Fireworks 2005
Finally home after several hours out with true friends... Nathan sold out on us to sleep a little, but Dawn / Vivian / Karen / Jeremy were there! Jon and I Skytrained from Nanaimo to Burrard, where we had to take the escalator up before walking all the way to English Bay and getting there at 8. (we were going to meet with a friend of his at a KFC, he was already at the beach) Then we met up with Jeremy at a hot dog stand, and wondered where the girls were... right in front of us, as it turned out. We were immersed in discussions about shoe sales and such when Jeremy said that he and his roommate Darryl had checked the tides... there was still a lot of space and it wasn't so crowded right by the water.
Once there, we discussed Jesus of Montreal (which Jon's planning to see with his friend Dilys and others at her place tomorrow) / Dawn's upcoming trip to Beijing and the requisite farewell dinner next week sometime (she'll be there till July) / my Bathroom Reader (plunging into history again!) / the Asian thing of getting a $90 fireworks boat ticket for $20 / dodgy grad cruises / the speed of sound and how that related to the broadcast. It also took Dawn, Vivian, and Karen quite some time to get some popcorn.. by the time they got back, there was some Chinese music playing which made Jeremy feel as if he were in a bubble tea house! At least it was better than the pre-show music of years past!
Jon mused about the crowd on the beach: "Take away the food and water, and you'd have a refugee camp. Take away the toilets, and you'd have a Third World refugee camp!" Jeremy yelled, "Down with the establishment!" every time the police helicopter went by. He explained that they were trying to scare us and make us feel as if they were watching us. There was a strong police presence, for sure!
The fireworks show was all right... I liked the happy face fireworks, and the ones which seemed to be multiple colors. My sister later mentioned that the ones at the end looked just like Tina Turner's hair.. sure, I guess! Afterwards, we all got out of there pretty quick and walked up the alleys and side streets to escape... we avoided Davie at all costs! (quote from my brother: "Walk like you're a homophobe, haha!") We split up once we reached Howe: Vivian and Karen went home one way, Jeremy biked to a Chinese place, and the remaining three of us managed to hop a very full 98 B-Line to King Edward. (we went in through the back doors and didn't bother showing them a ticket or paying for our trip... they didn't really care!)
Once at King Edward, Dawn went home while Jon and I ended up waiting half an hour for a #25 bus to get to the Wonton Noodle House where Jeremy was waiting for us. Throughout all this, we were in cell phone contact with our sister: she wanted to go to Dragon Ball for some bubble tea with Vivian S., but opted to kill time after getting a Slurpee from 7-11 instead. At the restaurant, the three of us discussed Landmark Hot Pot (where Citrus had his birthday party in 2003) / people not knowing how to use chopsticks / lack of logic / books / Pho / restaurant service / go-karting / other topics.
Steph and Vivian picked us up later, as we left Jeremy in the restaurant to finish off the duck webs and Chinese pickles. (Chinese grapefruits are really called pomelos, by the way) When I got home, I discovered that my apartment building key somehow didn't work in the front door... luckily, it worked in the side door. I don't know why that is, but I like to blame it on either the new management (which makes no sense) or the fact that the front door lock is notoriously dodgy. At any case, I declare war on it... haha, only half-kidding.
Once there, we discussed Jesus of Montreal (which Jon's planning to see with his friend Dilys and others at her place tomorrow) / Dawn's upcoming trip to Beijing and the requisite farewell dinner next week sometime (she'll be there till July) / my Bathroom Reader (plunging into history again!) / the Asian thing of getting a $90 fireworks boat ticket for $20 / dodgy grad cruises / the speed of sound and how that related to the broadcast. It also took Dawn, Vivian, and Karen quite some time to get some popcorn.. by the time they got back, there was some Chinese music playing which made Jeremy feel as if he were in a bubble tea house! At least it was better than the pre-show music of years past!
Jon mused about the crowd on the beach: "Take away the food and water, and you'd have a refugee camp. Take away the toilets, and you'd have a Third World refugee camp!" Jeremy yelled, "Down with the establishment!" every time the police helicopter went by. He explained that they were trying to scare us and make us feel as if they were watching us. There was a strong police presence, for sure!
The fireworks show was all right... I liked the happy face fireworks, and the ones which seemed to be multiple colors. My sister later mentioned that the ones at the end looked just like Tina Turner's hair.. sure, I guess! Afterwards, we all got out of there pretty quick and walked up the alleys and side streets to escape... we avoided Davie at all costs! (quote from my brother: "Walk like you're a homophobe, haha!") We split up once we reached Howe: Vivian and Karen went home one way, Jeremy biked to a Chinese place, and the remaining three of us managed to hop a very full 98 B-Line to King Edward. (we went in through the back doors and didn't bother showing them a ticket or paying for our trip... they didn't really care!)
Once at King Edward, Dawn went home while Jon and I ended up waiting half an hour for a #25 bus to get to the Wonton Noodle House where Jeremy was waiting for us. Throughout all this, we were in cell phone contact with our sister: she wanted to go to Dragon Ball for some bubble tea with Vivian S., but opted to kill time after getting a Slurpee from 7-11 instead. At the restaurant, the three of us discussed Landmark Hot Pot (where Citrus had his birthday party in 2003) / people not knowing how to use chopsticks / lack of logic / books / Pho / restaurant service / go-karting / other topics.
Steph and Vivian picked us up later, as we left Jeremy in the restaurant to finish off the duck webs and Chinese pickles. (Chinese grapefruits are really called pomelos, by the way) When I got home, I discovered that my apartment building key somehow didn't work in the front door... luckily, it worked in the side door. I don't know why that is, but I like to blame it on either the new management (which makes no sense) or the fact that the front door lock is notoriously dodgy. At any case, I declare war on it... haha, only half-kidding.
Labels: 2003, 2005, bathroom readers, bubble tea, chinese, citrus, dawn, dinners, dragon ball, gay, history, jeremy, jon, karen lew, maxed-out tags limit, movies, nathan, sleep, vivian l., water
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