Grace: Seemingly effortless beauty or charm of movement, form, or proportion.

I used to be dancer and a pretty good one too if I do say so myself. I loved it and did it every day. If it wasn't ballet, it was Jazz, if it wasn't Jazz, I was at Cheerleading (shut it). If it wasn't that, I was practicing the piano. Anyways, I was quite the little talented one at one point as seen in this picture when I was 16 (I love how I thought I was fat. Course I was comparing myself to other annorexic dancers so my gauge was off).

All of this was of no consolation to me as I lay sprawled out on the side walk on the corner of Smithe & Burrard last night. You see, I may have had formal dance training but missed the day they taught us how to walk.

I have got to be one of the clutsiest persons I know. I don't know any other adult that falls down as much as I do. Granted, I haven't done it in a really long time & thought may be just ma y be, I've outgrown that "awkward" phase. All last night proved was that .. No. I'm still a spaz.

I actually decided to go over to a friend's place to watch the fireworks. For those of you not familiar with Vancouver's annual festival. We have a bi-weekly fireworks display around this time of year for about 3 weeks where different countries from around the world set off fireworks set to musical scores. I'm not sure what it is that they win. (pretty much just prestige) but along Kits & English bay, 300 000 people gather to watch these half hour shows. Last night we got to see Italy show off their pyro skills.

Not a giant fan of the fireworks as I've grown up here & the novelty has worn off but watching them from roof top decks is pretty cool as you are with your friends & not surrounded by swarms of drunk high school kids. (ah, flashback to me 15 years ago). The newer vancouverites liked them and even likened them to "orgasms in the sky" course this being said from a person who last had sex when it got dark at 4pm. (When in droughts, I myself get crabby... They see sex in EVERYTHING)

Anyways, because I hadn't been there before I phoned Shaloa up to get the buzzer code & realize I'm standing at the wrong entry. As I'm walking around the Paramount building to get to the right entry, I realize I can't see the building numbers. So I walk towards the edge of the sidewalk staring straight ahead not paying attention to where I'm going.

I love new developments. They really try to make the place lovely. For example, in front of the paramount, they have the sidewalk lined w/ potted trees. Yes, all except one which is where I stepped & came crashing down on my face. Eager to save the bottle of wine I just purchased, I only put out one hand to stop my fall and came crashing down onto my left knee/right hand. The same fall that occurred back in Rome just a few months ago.

Right away I was asked if I was ok. My first reaction was no as I'm lying face down on the sidewalk of Smithe & burrard and my skirt is pretty much over my head. My second reaction is shit! My wine is broken. Ok.. I lied. My first reaction was the wine. My second was that I'm sprawled on the sidewalk.

My knee was stinging as it was gravel that I fell onto. A couple of moments go by and the nice gentlemen help me up. May be they thought they could get another peek up my skirt but no, I managed to limp towards the door. I arrived just as Kim was approaching. She looked a little stunned to see me as I'm bleeding and still picking gravel out of my hand. Good news is, I'm a clotter!

So we head BACK to the cold beer & wine but I thought may be cans would serve me better & opted for beer.

My question today is: Why is my toe sore? Is that from the bedspread?

Just cuz I'm narcissistic.... That has to be the UGLIEST costume ever!