Rocket's red glare
There were fireworks o'plenty in our neck of the woods this evening. We grabbed some blankets and dragged the lawn chairs out into the backyard to watch the show.
We love fireworks. We love to watch other people's fireworks. We leave the pyrotechnics to the professionals (though we won't turn down an amateur, either). I almost blew my hand off once during an episode of "When Firecrackers Go Bad" so there is the safety angle, and it seems that lighting fireworks is too close to setting dollar bills on fire for my fiscal comfort. Dora doesn't like the loud ones, and she will tell you so. Lovett and I like the boomers that knock our breath out. It doesn't get much better than sitting in the Hoover Metropolitan Stadium (aka "The Hoover Met") after a Birmingham Barons game and getting pounded by an artillery barrage.
Nothing like that tonight, though. Still, lawn chairs, cool air, free fireworks. Plus, we missed Reeg on TV.
It's been a good year so far.
Happy 2005.
We love fireworks. We love to watch other people's fireworks. We leave the pyrotechnics to the professionals (though we won't turn down an amateur, either). I almost blew my hand off once during an episode of "When Firecrackers Go Bad" so there is the safety angle, and it seems that lighting fireworks is too close to setting dollar bills on fire for my fiscal comfort. Dora doesn't like the loud ones, and she will tell you so. Lovett and I like the boomers that knock our breath out. It doesn't get much better than sitting in the Hoover Metropolitan Stadium (aka "The Hoover Met") after a Birmingham Barons game and getting pounded by an artillery barrage.
Nothing like that tonight, though. Still, lawn chairs, cool air, free fireworks. Plus, we missed Reeg on TV.
It's been a good year so far.
Happy 2005.
posted by Chris @ 1:15 AM
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