Jul 04, 2006 11:34
I love to set off fireworks. LOVE TO. The whole event, from figuring out just how many separate artillery shells can be twisted together so they fire off at once, to the pleasant "surprises" that inevitably occur once the spark ignites the powder (a few years ago, I put in an artillery shell the wrong way and it popped up about 6 feet in the air before exploding in our faces. It was hilarious and beautiful.) I even enjoy the bitter sulfur sting that pervades any streetshow. The whole thing is a magical, dangerous, exciting event that I look towards the entire year to partake in again.
But I am unable to this year.
I am as broke as a joke, even though I've been working like an Irish coal-miner ever since I got my new job at the local pool up here in the 'Ham, I receive my first paycheck on the 10th! THE TENTH!
So no fireworks for me this year, no bargain hunting at reservations -- that part is especially painful. I couldn't go to Boom City with my Dad -- a family tradition -- and I live about an exit away from the Lummi and Nooksack reservations. Oh, all the deals I'm missing out on...
At least I can enjoy the fruits of other people's labors with Lindsay tonight. I look forward to that. I guess I'll have to save up and buy twice as many fireworks next year...