Fireworks
posted in General |I love fireworks. The whole fire thing, explosion thing. My most vivid firework memories from childhood are sitting on top of our station wagon in Anchorage with a blanket (in Anchorage!), watching the show until I fell asleep, watching drunk lesbians lighting and tossing firecrackers (I’m amazed we didn’t go to the emergency ward), and biking down to Lake Washington, and watching the fireworks alone on the dock.
A few years ago I took Miss B to see the fireworks; don’t recall if it was Rose Festival or July 4. But they were awesome, and we had a great spot to see them from. This year, not so much- Miss K is a little young yet for firework shows and Miss B is off at camp until Saturday. Mrs B isn’t so much the firework person.
We’ll have some small displays in the neighborhood, I’m sure, that I’ll watch with Miss K until she gets scared and unhappy. The dogs will be going to bed. All you folks … enjoy your explosions, and say a few “oohs” and “aahs” for me. 
