If I Sweated Ice Cream, Would You Lick My Face?

My blogger in crime Tina and I hit the town tonight, with her sister Linda and her friend Vanessa in tow. The plan was for Foxy to come to my place, eat, watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S, (of course), laugh ourselves silly and then head off with our groupies (Linda and Vanessa) to watch some fireworks at the Old Port. Now, I can only imagine that the fireworks were in honour of Bastille Day, celebrated here with some antiquated notion of a French Connection. Works for me - no better way to pay hommage to the mother country than with pretty lights and loud noises. Anyway, Tina got here late (of course) with barely enough time for me to force feed her pickles and crackers. She was wearing this gorgeous green dress that suited her perfectly, showing off her tan and svelte physique wonderfully. Satiated in both appetities, we picked up Vanessa and Linda and went off to see these fireworks.

Foxy is a born performer (of course) and took very easily to a car game of mine. You listen to a song very loudly, something you know the words and melody to. You sing along, in time with the song, and someone then turns off the volume. You continue singing for 30 seconds or so and when the volume comes back on, we see if you're still in time. Sounds riveting here, I know, but it's much more fun live.

Anyway, we got to the Old Port and saw the fireworks had already started. Oohs and Aaahs permeated the crowd for about five minutes, which is Sanjay's maximum firework tolerance before ennui sets in. After that, we got some ice cream (of course), saw various performers and the girls got some free hugs by a very enterprising (and not at all creepy) man. The Chinese acrobats did a two-man dragon (wonder what's Chinese for "rim job"?) and there were fire dancers, 2 men and a woman with a pretty mouth.

The highlight of the evening was Foxy and Linda getting their henna tattoos. Linda got a star on her wrist, which though she is dissatisfied, I find it very cute. Ok fine, it's slightly crooked. So what?? It's a bloody henna tattoo!! It's not like she's bought a lame puppy or a condo with a brick wall view or X-ray specs that only work at night - it's a star that'll wash off in a week. Be happy with it, revel in it, enjoy the moment, offer it to the real stars as proof of your bond with the heavens. Why worry about something you can't avoid or change?

Foxy got a Superman tattoo (guess who puts the "S" in Tina?) on her back, the beauty of which I cannot praise enough. The lines are the paragon of elegance, the design the essence of sophistication, the emblem the epitome of grace.

Oh, and the tattoo is pretty good too (of course).