Tuesday we made an impromptu decision to have a fireworks party in Trinity Bellwoods. I had a shoebox of fireworks in my room, so I figured we could use those, but then I got excited and invited more people, and then I felt like our fireworks supply should be proportionate to the number of people attending, and it wasn't anymore, so I bought some more.
At any rate, Gill and I had a picnic scheduled for earlier in the evening, so we were just going to meet everyone in the park. On my way out of the house, Neill asked me if I was going to take a bucket of sand to anchor the fireworks in. My somewhat condescending reply was that we would "just stick them in the dirt or whatever", figuring that since we had been having so much rain lately, the moist and fertile ground would happily open up and lovingly accept the butt ends of our festive explosives.
Man, was I ever WRONG. The ground was dried up. As a result, the entire group paraded all over the park until we found another group with a similar plan (but they had a KNIFE), who had managed to dig an iffy hole in the dog basin.
