Tonight marks the last evening of our student Julien's stay with us. Tomorrow, he and my wee baby (my wee 16 year old baby...) will be leavin' on a jet plane, back to the Amelie-land. We have tried to explain in our sad, sad Fren-glish the colloquial "Only One More Sleep!", but this is proving to be one of those things lost in translation. Completely.
As a treat to send our travellers off with a bang, we are joining the throng of certifiables who will converge on the shores of our fair city to see the latest competitor in our yearly summer international fireworks contest, "The Celebration of Light". Tonight's crew of pyros is from China, and I'm hoping that they are not being stingy with their fireworks budget to save it all for the Olympics. I'm ready to be shocked and awed (and then be shocked and awed 3 hours later, when the initial buzz wear off).
This event used to be called the "Symphony of Fire". "Symphony" referred to the fact that the displays are set to classical music and broadcast over a local radio station. And the pyrotechnics magically begin with by "Fire". But I guess the whole "Fire" part of the equation proved troublesome, as other spectators felt compelled to return to the cave and provide their own fires.
Oooh, Thag so loaded. Fire in sky. Thag like. Fire pretty. Thag must make own pretty. Thag no like handcuffs.
Thag sad.
So, we will camp out with the drunks, the Grey Poupon crowd, the whiny children, the bats, the bugs, and the absolute spectacle that is all this:
As a treat to send our travellers off with a bang, we are joining the throng of certifiables who will converge on the shores of our fair city to see the latest competitor in our yearly summer international fireworks contest, "The Celebration of Light". Tonight's crew of pyros is from China, and I'm hoping that they are not being stingy with their fireworks budget to save it all for the Olympics. I'm ready to be shocked and awed (and then be shocked and awed 3 hours later, when the initial buzz wear off).
This event used to be called the "Symphony of Fire". "Symphony" referred to the fact that the displays are set to classical music and broadcast over a local radio station. And the pyrotechnics magically begin with by "Fire". But I guess the whole "Fire" part of the equation proved troublesome, as other spectators felt compelled to return to the cave and provide their own fires.
Oooh, Thag so loaded. Fire in sky. Thag like. Fire pretty. Thag must make own pretty. Thag no like handcuffs.
Thag sad.
So, we will camp out with the drunks, the Grey Poupon crowd, the whiny children, the bats, the bugs, and the absolute spectacle that is all this:
(click on picture to enlarge to see it in all its majesty)Ooh, shiny. Check it out, Thag.
And for God's sake, put down that lighter.
And for God's sake, put down that lighter.
6 comments:
As we say down here: Ohhhhh Ahhhh!
Bon voyage to the travelers!
Countess MPM: I am expecting at least 20 "oohs" and 36 "ahhhs".
Sounds like a bang! Explain that one to the exchange student! ;0)
Oooooooooh!
Countess iPost: I cannot possibly even begin to convey this sentiment without sounding like I'm propositioning him. And, for god's sake - he just turned 16. That's SO wrong!
Count of Brown: What can I say? I'm a sucker for shiny. SO worth the wait.
OMG...I am crying I am laughing so hard at your response! Little ole innocent me would never have thought that or insinuated that...you bad girl you!
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