Last night, we did what millions of our fellow Americans did. We went to our county seat, ate ice cream, and watched the fireworks. Let me elaborate. We left our house at 8:15 PM, or thereabouts. After parking in a field that smelled like sewage, we walked over to Barney's Boxcar for ice cream. Along the way, we passed two sets of people. Daddy knew them both, so we had to stop and talk for a couple minutes. Then we fell into line behind Tim W. and his wife and daughter. We finally got up to the counter and ordered. I ordered a small raspberry in a cup. I got a (gigantic to me, small to them) raspberry in a cone. I had wanted it in a cup so that the pieces of cone wouldn't get stuck underneath my RPE (Rapid Palate Expander; an orthodontic means of torture). It was good anyhow. It would have been better if it had been a warm evening, instead of on the chilly side. Good thing it wasn't raining, though!
We moseyed around until we found a good spot to put down our blanket and watch the 'works. Well, I guess it wasn't really a good spot. There was nobody else there. Maybe that should have been our clue. The ground was really soggy. But the fireworks were beautiful. (I didn't take any pictures, unfortunately.) The drunks behind us certainly enjoyed them. The show lasted about 30 minutes. Then we did a mass exodus home. Actually, there was more of a "mass" than of an "exodus" going on, but we made it home before midnight.
Leave me a comment and tell me what you did on the Fourth!
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