Fireworks and Heroes

I am back. I wish I had a follow up to Saturday's post. I was telling people about the Gay Men's Tennis Tournament, but they did not seem to think it was as funny as I did. What is wrong with you people? That was some kind of funny. I was struck by the number of jokes one could make just on the basis of another's sexual identity.

I never mean to define a person on the basis of just one facet of their person, like sexual orientation, so I do not understand how a person would do that to him or herself. Then again, it is done all the time, though I do not condone it.

As it was Victoria Day yesterday, that meant the obligatory lighting of fireworks. We were at our friend's home for the afternoon and dinner so we brought some fireworks and headed, with children in tow, to the local public school. We were dopes as he we did not bring a bucket of sand with us. That was okay, as there were at least five different crowds with buckets and varying amounts of fireworks. It was pretty cool, though our Cherry Bomb was pretty cool.

The last time we did that there was two years ago. It also happened to rain which made the whole scene rather uncomfortable. Then again, I had no pressing need to get home to watch the season finale of "Heroes" then. I was glad when we left around nine twenty. I had forty minutes to get the Global feed of that fantastic television show (a bit of an oxymoron I know). It was a great episode and both closes a chapter in the story and leaves so much open (without being soooooo implausible). I do not know what I will do Monday nights now (perhaps, get a life should be the first thing on my list of things to do, but that is a story for another day).

Well, with that said, I am done for today. Ciao!