Our neighbor tends to go all out on the Fourth of July, so there's no real need to go anywhere for a fireworks show. So when he and his friends started firing off their works, Bunny and I went outside to enjoy the show.
[He's got both kinds of fireworks! Vertical AND horizontal!] [1] [Talk about your bright ideas] [2] [Ba-boom!] [3]
Then this one is lit off:
[Compared to the prior one, that isn't a firework] [4]
My reaction was pretty much: Hmm … wow that's loud, and large, and low, and **oh XXXX XXXX that's going to XXXXXXX land on me get it off get it off get it off.** “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Wow.
I've been in an explosion [5].
Now my hair caught on fire [6].
Okay, okay, technically it wasn't on fire, but it was singed, and man, singed hair smells horrible.
Blech.
[It actually felt like plastic—very weird] [7] [8]
Fortunately, I suffered no burns, but I was lucky. It could have much much worse, which is a nice time for this little PSA (Public Service Annoucement):
[Amateurs: There's a reason professionals exist.] [9]
I think next year, I'll watch the fireworks on TV (Television) from the comfort of an underground bunker [10].
[1] /boston/2011/07/04/t-p7040007.jpg
[2] /boston/2011/07/04/t-p7040016.jpg
[3] /boston/2011/07/04/t-p7040022.jpg
[4] /boston/2011/07/04/t-p7040017.jpg
[7] /boston/2011/07/04/t-p7040020.jpg
[8] /boston/2011/07/04/p7040020.jpg
[9] /boston/2010/07/04/amateurs.jpg