We had a really enjoyable 4th of July yesterday with our friends at their annual gathering: We drank many beers, ate WAY too much food, and lit shit up! Here I am, enjoying a frosty beverage with the firework launch pad in the background. It was a gray and stormy day here in South Florida, so it rained off and on all afternoon and evening, but it was probably for the best that the area was wet, rather than dry -- no need for any more brush fires. Here's Jerry getting to light off some of his "afternoon" fireworks.
Jerry feels about fireworks the way some people feel about religion or politics -- he's passionate about TNT. He purchased all his fireworks for this year's festivities back in early May, and they have been sitting in our bedroom for 2 months so he could admire and discuss them as frequently as possible. Yesterday morning was like Christmas day for him, and he was plain giddy. But in between the afternoon fireworks and the evening fireworks (aka, the "real" ones), he also got to share in holding Baby Miller, who was dressed in his 4th of July finest.
At the end of the night, the combination of alcohol and fireworks is always a little dicey, but thankfully, the boys get so excited about their fireworks that they usually set down their beers and focus on the explosives, and we haven't lost any limbs in the last few years. But, here they are shooting Roman candles into the lake. Pretty, right? You should've seen the "big" fireworks. Yeah, we pretty much put on a show equal to a small town's arsenal. It's awesome.
At the end of the night, we were all pooped. I was tired from getting up early for the race and then drinking so many beers; Jerry was worn out for lighting off two Rubbermaid containers worth of fireworks, and Scooter was pooped from running around all day and then freaking out during the fireworks, so we all went home and crashed.
Today, we don't have anything planned -- I'm kinda thinking of going to get my hair cut -- and I think we'll just chillax. Hope everyone else's 4th was spectacular!