Fireworks are legal in Vancouver, and I'm fine with that. After living in Cali, where even sparklers are frowned on, it's good to have at least a small bit of freedom to celebrate.
There is a huge fireworks stand only a few short blocks from the hovel. They are occasionally setting off some to draw people into their pop up stand. I've been hearing big fireworks off and on for nearly a week, naturally one would assume I had gotten used to them.
Late last night, 4AMish, in bed with my window open, the only light coming from my kindle, I was deep into a book where a heavy firefight with rockets, and bullets flying was in progress. Then a series of rockets and what seriously sounded like bullets went off near the hovel. I hit the floor and tried to find cover. After the fireworks barrage stopped, and my heart rate returned to normal, I sheepishly crawled back into bed to finish reading the chapter.
Thankfully, there is no one else living here to see my Lack of Grace under fire...