Ooh sparkle boom bang!
Ehh..yep. You guessed it, just got back from fireworks. I'm a procrastinating idiot, I knew they started at 9, but still I waited 'till 8:30 to go get supplies, namely I was out of Sammy Adams and I wanted some. So I had just got home, popped one open and I hear loud bang boom crash outside and so I slam half my beer and dash out the door. Fortunately my town is so tiny I only walked 2 blocks and found a prime mid-range viewing spot... close enough to shake your guts, but not too crowded. Woulda been perfect except the wind was blowing the other way so I didn't get that lovely smell of gunpowder... Ahh I love that smell... (hee hee smells like victory...) the parking lot by the post office was crowded so I stroll out into the field, and watch the pretty pretty colored flashy lights and strobey flashes and feel the bangboom and was fun, especially because that half a beer hit me about when I got out into the middle of the field so I was just zoning on all the prettiness and how it really is like simulated warfare and how much I love it and I could hear the radio thingy that goes along with it blaring out of somebody's car and that was cool, Star-Spangled Banner and the "America" song from West Side Story and a few others... one of them was of course the Army song which I had to whistle Halls of Montezuma over... I'm just ornery like that. I mean, I love the Army, they're great. But the Marines are my bois. I got a little somethin' against the Air Force because they usurped my Marine Air. And the Navy... they're just squids! Squids I tell ya! Grrr... one time I was riding the Metra back in Chi-town and of course there is a huge Naval Training Base right north of there and there was a car full of baby squids and one of them nearly forgot his hat so I get up and say "Hey you forgot your hat!" and he grabs it and says all snooty "It's not a hat; it's called a cover" so, yeah, I'm not really fond of squids. And my head would indeed fit in a jar. *nods* So there ya go, but anyway there I am in the middle of a grass-and-dirt field crouched down whistling Halls of Montezuma and grinnin' like a Cheshire cat and it was awesome... this was the first time since I've lived here that I haven't gone down to the beaches for the fourth, it is always an awesome show there, really spectacular I mean, and you can see about a half a dozen shows at once if you pick the right spot... but it's crowded as hell and it takes forever to get home through all the traffic and the maximum enforcement means I can't drink for at least an hour before heading home and that's the most important time; during the show! Jeez so I was pleased with this, it was fun, it was nice, it was groovy, and as I was walking home I wasn't really walking I was Skippety-Doo-Dah'ing, which is a combination of silly dancing, skipping, spinning and waving your arms like a madwoman. So that was a lot of fun. And all that... is of course, just in case anybody cares about my buzzed rantings.