Just a warning, this will probably be a really long post.
So my fourth of July was pretty awesome. It’s still technically the same day (11:06PM) so yeah…
I started the day off like any other. Okay, scratch that. I woke up, worked out, came home, left to go see The Amazing Spider-Man. Which, by the way, was amazing. Yum, Andrew Garfield. Came home, waited a few hours, then went on my adventure to shoot fireworks.
It was about 8:50PM-9:00PM when we left (My family and I), and we went to the fireworks stand that my Father bought the fireworks at. Turns out, they don’t left you set off fireworks there, even when they said they did.
While we were driving to another place, I saw the moon, and it was a blood moon. I was going to wait till we got there to take a nice photo, but it was too late, it had already turned kind of yellow by then. It’s awesome that the first time I ever see a blood moon in person is on Fourth of July.
So we went to another where there was a lot of fireworks. We got out of the car. I was very nervous, because it didn’t look like anyone normal was shooting fireworks, it was only the big fireworks, that I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that only professionals can shoot off. But then I thought to myself, “Fuck it. Just fuck it. They don’t know me. They’re just strangers, they won’t recognize me if I embarrass myself somehow. Fuck it. Fuck it all. Strangers, just strangers.” and it kind of gave me the courage to keep walking, and the knots quickly went away. But then I got really nervous, and I was screaming at myself in my mind, Shut the fuck up, you can do this! You can do it! It’s just fucking strangers! Keep fucking walking, you puss.y Stop it. Stop looking awkward, damn it. You’re looking awkward and out of place. Stop iiittttt” Before you ask, yes, Idocall myself a pussy and taunt myself to actually interact with humans.
We walked over to the place where a lot of people were walking to shoot the fireworks, and we could really hear the fireworks now. They were really beautiful. We walk up to this kid about 17 and then he asks, “Do you have bracelets?” my Mother says “Oh ….No, we don’t. No one told us we had to have any.” “Yeah, you have to have bracelets.” So we go over to the fireworks building, and my Mother goes in. I followed behind, but she told me to wait outside, and he told my Brother “Oh, you can’t go in here, sir.” (My Brother just told me he had thought “Oh, screw you.” when the guy told him that. Which I thought was pretty funny)
Also, right before she went in, I was walking alongside the building and heard a kid telling an exaggerated tale of him and fireworks, to his buddies. It reminded me of childhood, because how kids will exaggerate, but not really mean to, sometimes.
Me, my Brother, and Father, all wait outside. It was kind of awkward for me, as I kept seeing this teenage boy looking at me, we kept making awkward eye contact from a distance. My Father finally goes inside to look for my Mother, so I turn towards Sam, (My Brother) with my camera pointed at him, and my arm extended, and asked, “So how is your Fourth of July going, Sam?” he said “Pretty shitty, because I told you so.” What he meant was, a little while earlier he told us it was going to be awkward, and they probably won’t allow us in, and/or we won’t be able to shoot fireworks.
My Mother comes out, while my Father is inside. Sam turns to her, chuckles, and says, “Daddy just went in….” she hands us these weird American flag stripes and says, “Here are the bracelets, don’t lose them.” and she hands me a receipt. Our Father comes out, Sam says, “Mama just went inside looking for you.” our Father, by that point, is pretty put out. He grabs the fireworks (Which we had laid on the ground earlier) and starts walking towards where the are fireworks going off. Sam and I just start laughing at the whole thing, our Mother finds us and says, “Come on, I found him.” so we follow her. She has us put on the bracelets, and we walk over to the area.
I could hear some people saying “Awh, man. They’re not allowing anyone to shoot fireworks anymore.” “Oh, come on. Really now?” etc, etc. We walk up, there is a cop and he says, “We’re not letting anyone shoot anymore fireworks. Too many people. You’ll have to go somewhere else.”
We decide to “fuck it” and go home. We drive home, and then went outside our garage and lit up sparkles, bees, or whatever they’re called. And some other firework type thing. I took photos and videos. I could hear our neighbour, Joe. (Who is a firefighter, and a dick) start getting mad, I think. I’m pretty sure I heard him say “God damn it, stop it!” maybe because his dog was going crazy. But he never tries to calm his dog down when it’s about 3:00AM and the dog is going crazy.Dick.
Also, let me tell you a little thing about Joe. He will play his fucking drums at “odd” hours, and have parties with all of his huge fucking bright lights on. Loud music, annoying drunk karaoke. I have contemplated writing him an anonymous letter to kindly shut the fuck up a little bit. Although, I don’t know if I would really say “Shut the fuck up, please. Thank you.” probably something like “Please stop having drunk karaoke nights, and please turn down your music. Please don’t play your drums at 1-5 in the morning. And please, please don’t have really bright lights on and have parties in the odd hours of the morning.” Yeah…
As this was happening, I heard some guy talking to his wife on the phone, or in person. Not really sure. He kept saying “Oh come on, baby. Please don’t do this. Come on now. Please don’t leave.” and a few other things like that, indicating departure. Anyway, I’m pretty sure divorce is in the future for them. Or a break up. I’m not sure, because I don’t know much about my neighbours, other than they’re really nosy and creepy. So maybe it was just a girlfriend.
Then we ran/jogged back inside, because we stared to hear commotion.
Maybe I should start being nosy, and creepy to my neighbours since they are to me. Oh, but I would love to be creepy towards my neighbour at the corner, well his son anyway. I see his son come back from college every few months. I remember when he would always sit at the corner of the sidewalk, and stare at me every time I was outside. He still does, when he visits his Father. I’m almost tempted to just walk over and say hi sometime. Although, I probably should have done that about a year ago…When he wasn’t in college, or maybe it was two years ago. Not sure. I’ll have to rack my brain for that one.
Anyway, I’m pretty sure that’s it for now. I’m hungry, really hungry. And a little tired. Even though it’s only 11:56PM now. Wow, it took me a while to type…
Overall, this was a pretty great Fourth of July. In my opinion. :-)
One more thing …sorry for anyone reading if I went overboard on the details, I just felt like telling everything I can remember from tonight.
