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Every summer as I stand somewhere on the shores of English Bay and watch the dazzling lights of the Celebration of Light crash and swirl overhead, I roll my eyes and promise myself that “next year I will definitely not be attending.” What’s really the point? They’re simply not that spectacular - it’s just exploding light in the sky. Is it worth the crunched toes and bruised elbows? Not really.

Photo courtesy of JengTing on Flickr.

Last night I was invited to take in the sights from Lorne Mayencourt’s fabulous rooftop at the corner of Davie and Denman, so I suppose it was something worth seeing. I had decided that last night I’d take a break from livin’ la vida Lohan for the night since Blogstock festivities had resulted in two beer nights this past week already. However, after the lights faded, Craig begged me to go to Celebrities because he was being forced against his will to go to someone’s birthday. I agreed on the condition that he pay my cover and buy my drinks.

“I can do cover and a beer.”

“Deal.”

I stopped by my place to throw on a boob shirt and stilettos (which later, at 2:00 a.m., pierced the upholstery in the Denny’s booth when I was jonesin’ for some Rolling Stones to go with my pancakes) and headed to my old post-break-up stomping ground. It’s funny how much a place changes when you no longer go. I’m not a “going out” kinda girl, and I didn’t know a single soul there.

Strange to me that the weekend is already over. I woke up today with no plans whatsoever, but ended up eating at PHAT! in Yaletown with Tony. We wanted to take in The Simpsons at the Paramount Theatre, but stopped in at a ghetto arcade on Granville street en route. The place was packed with the standard fare: pinball, race cars and “shoot the corpse” types. I was completely stoked to find an old-school Tetris game, but the greatest game of all was tucked in the back corner by the booths you could sit in, plunk in some quarters and watch some quality girlie flicks. However, they didn’t afford much privacy - they were a lot like photobooths. Yikes.

Anyways, back to the best game of all time…

It was your standard poker game with only a few buttons. However, before being dealt a hand, the player gets to choose a particular man or woman. For every winning hand one’s dealt, the chosen man or woman removes an article of clothing in live action video. Needless to say, the majority of our quarter budget was used on this particular machine. We finally saw boobs after about four bucks.

Photo courtesy of Tony Pierce on Flickr.

Finally the time came to see The Simpsons movie. I never watched the show much, and had no pre-conceived notions about the film, so I really didn’t know what to expect. I can’t lie - it was fantastic! The whole thing was really smartly written and I was actually laughing, almost non-stop, from start to finish. Good times.

Photo courtesy of Tony Pierce on Flickr.

Oh and we had ice cream. Yummy.

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I also want to send out the biggest jumping high five to my dear friend Becky who took 24 hours to blog every 30 minutes to raise money for the Surrey Food Bank. Miss604 raked in close to $400 US for the cause.