So yeah. For those of you who don't know Canada Day was this past Wednesday. Now usually I like to head downtown with the hundreds of thousands of revelers and get nicely ruined. However this past Canada Day it was pretty much raining all day which left little room for revelry.
So the gf and I spent the day at home. We did an indoor picinic lunch type thing because that was the original plan sans the indoor part for the afternoon. I made my world's greatest egg salad amongst other things and we watched a few movies.
Fortunately come around 8 pm the rain stopped so we decided that we should go make an effort to see the fireworks since it did get nice out after all.
We didn't go very far, just a brief walk down by the water so we could sit on the banks and catch the show. We got there at about 9:30 or so and the fireworks began at 10. In that time span I was eaten alive by so many mosquitos it was ridiculous. They were leaving her alone but I must've been pretty tasty.
Now just as the fireworks started I was going nuts with the itching. It was intense and I just couldn't ignore it any more so the fireworks finished up after an hour and scratching like a mad man we go home.
I take off my shirt and ask her to check out my back and tell me how it looks. She was shocked and so was I when I looked in the mirror.
Nice eh? never been eaten that badly in my life.
So the gf and I spent the day at home. We did an indoor picinic lunch type thing because that was the original plan sans the indoor part for the afternoon. I made my world's greatest egg salad amongst other things and we watched a few movies.
Fortunately come around 8 pm the rain stopped so we decided that we should go make an effort to see the fireworks since it did get nice out after all.
We didn't go very far, just a brief walk down by the water so we could sit on the banks and catch the show. We got there at about 9:30 or so and the fireworks began at 10. In that time span I was eaten alive by so many mosquitos it was ridiculous. They were leaving her alone but I must've been pretty tasty.
Now just as the fireworks started I was going nuts with the itching. It was intense and I just couldn't ignore it any more so the fireworks finished up after an hour and scratching like a mad man we go home.
I take off my shirt and ask her to check out my back and tell me how it looks. She was shocked and so was I when I looked in the mirror.
Nice eh? never been eaten that badly in my life.
