On the Water
Lynn and I arrived at John's houseboat early enough to park [close/illegal]ly, but not so obviously that the car would disappear. Along with a few dozen others, we spent the entire day on East Lake from noon until well past dusk. An obligatory Top Gun screening, shirtless beer-drinking while watching baseball on the couch, undercooked ingestible flesh, and overcooked exposed flesh made for the definitive holiday...minus any of those pesky considerations for our nation's role in global socioeconomics. This is one of those retrospectively-themed holidays, so I'm sure a little bit of sophistry would entitle us to reveling in those hackneyed days of standing for justice and ignoring current events for a few hours. Anyone remember that quote a couple years ago about how difficult it can be sustaining a constant state of outrage? Yeah. I'll just say that I used the day to recharge my moral indignation.
We were only a couple hundred yards from the fireworks barge, and it was the first time I have experienced tactile pyrotechnics. The shockwaves were enough to rock us, and the larger bursts were enormous glaucoma tests in the sky. It was fantastic.
Also, there is the mystery of the champagne cork to be solved. On the end of the dock after dark, a cork hit me in the neck with some velocity. Nobody was aaaannywhere nearby drinking champagne, and it came from the direction of the lake well after the policeboats had shooed all of the combustible pleasure cruises from beneath the firework fall-out umbrella. The Gods Must Be Crazy takes a turn for the classier. Why does The Alrighty always speak at us sideways? What is to be learned from a cork that materializes out of the void?
That's the fireworks barge in the background on the left. We were that close.
We were only a couple hundred yards from the fireworks barge, and it was the first time I have experienced tactile pyrotechnics. The shockwaves were enough to rock us, and the larger bursts were enormous glaucoma tests in the sky. It was fantastic.
Also, there is the mystery of the champagne cork to be solved. On the end of the dock after dark, a cork hit me in the neck with some velocity. Nobody was aaaannywhere nearby drinking champagne, and it came from the direction of the lake well after the policeboats had shooed all of the combustible pleasure cruises from beneath the firework fall-out umbrella. The Gods Must Be Crazy takes a turn for the classier. Why does The Alrighty always speak at us sideways? What is to be learned from a cork that materializes out of the void?
That's the fireworks barge in the background on the left. We were that close.