The weather was pretty crappy this weekend for “The Fireworks”. I use that term in quotations because it’s a big deal in Geneva. People set up hours ahead of time to get good seats by the lake, or you can pay 36 Swiss Francs for a chair.
I really like fireworks, especially the ones that look like diamonds sparkling but for some reason, watching them this week I was unsettled by the fact that millions of dollars are spent to light up the night sky like Southern Lebanon, only it’s set to Celtic music and we all go back to our homes safely afterwards.
They were the biggest fireworks I’ve ever seen.
It was still crumby outside and Mike, Carmen and I were waiting for the Circus Girls to arrive at Secheron. The traffic was insane, so we waited for a little while and then decided to get the party started, in the parking lot of the gas station. It was like a tailgate party, only sans tailgate and with Diesel fuel pumps instead! I brought wicked hot chocolate and Carmen brought fruit (nectarines are apparently the illegitimate love child of a peach and a plum…. Did you know that?)….. People were starring at us like we were insane, especially when I pulled the whip cream out of my bag. But we just chalked it up to a secret “Canadian Tradition”.
Captions generously provided by Carmen.
And it was delicious.
Another great thing that happened that night was the discovery that not all British Comedy shows are stupid. I like “Keeping Up Appearances” (My name is Bookay! B-U-C-K-E-T) and “Kiss Me Kate” is bearable, and “The Office” is phenomenal! And the same night as the party, we watched “Knowing me, Knowing You- With Alan Partridge”. VERY FUNNY. It gets the “Natalie Stamp of Approval”... Which looks a little something like this:
"Knowing me Alan Patridge, Knowing you 'insert name here' AHA! AHA!"
Goodbye.
