Bonfire Night

Dear the spirit of Guy Fawkes,

Why oh why couldn't you have planned your assassination attempt in July?

You really are a screw up.

Sincerely,
Amanda Regier

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Last night we made the short stroll to the beach in the coldest of November weather to celebrate a big fat failure of an assassin. The fireworks were good - even by a Vancouverite's standards - the company was great, and I kept picturing scenes from "V for Vendetta," though no creepy masks were to be found and Parliament remains intact.

Dave scored some free sparklers and we girls relived childhood Halloweens. We gorged on Haribo gummies, made fun of Stephen who was flying solo on his "date night" ;) and rounded the evening out with a shot of the world's most expensive Baileys at a nearby hotel bar.