I woke up at 6:30, and got myself ready to go by 8. I made it to the club early, at 8:40. Sifu John didn't show up to unlock the place until about 8:55. Regardless, eventually everyone showed up, and we got to see how one fits a 75' long dragon into the back of a mini-van. Then we began the process of getting ourselves down to Centre Island. We danced the dragon and two lions off the boat, into the waiting crowd.
The last time I did dragon, we were in a long parade. This time, we knew it was going to be a short burst, and that we weren't going too far. So, we pushed hard and fast, and weaved through the crowd. It was a lot of fun. I still want to try carrying the dragon's head at some point; I know I can lift it. I think I can handle swinging it around for a bit. I don't have the dedication and skill needed to do most of the other things that we do at demos (lion dancing or skilled form sets), but dragon head is more size and power than anything else.
After the first run, we sat around for 90 minutes, then had another run across the island. Then the "dignitaries" (among them, Dalton McGuinty and Defense Minister John McCallum, who got kicked off a plane for being drunk) came out and yammered.
By the time we got back to the club, changed, and made it to the restaurant for our complimentary food (my first bite since breakfast at 7:30), it was 3pm.
By four, I was out and walking around. I went shopping. I wouldn't realise until close to 5pm that I had sunstroke, when the nausea got into full swing. I realised, though, that sunstroke completely removes the significance of numbers for me. Like, numbers on price tags. I found a GothBoots store that had a "buy one pair, get the second pair half price sale", and I made the staff run around until I could find two pairs that I wanted. I won't mention numbers here, but suffice to say that I spent twice what I had ever meant to. But I have new boots now. And also a new stack of CDs from HMV.
By 5:30, I was home, and feeling very awful. I took my music and book into the bedroom, and tried to take a nap, and drink some gatorade. I made a cold wet cloth into a warm wet cloth. And eventually fell asleep. I woke up at around 3:30am, to the dog upstairs howling. And now I can't get back to sleep, but at least I don't feel like death any more.
Also, memento-mori.ca is down, which is pretty annoying, since the styles and images I use for LJ are hosted there.
There is nothing on tv right now. When I was a kid, you could at least expect movies with a lot of nudity in them from middle of the night Canadian TV. Much has "The Punk Show" on, but I don't have the patience for punk right now.
I think I'm going to go put my new boots on...