In years past, I’ve done a buncha stuff for Independence Day. Some favorites include: Going to NYC for the 1990 4th of July Fireworks Show (dude, you wouldn’t have believed it… there were at least four times that we said “that’s it… that’s the finale…”). Going to Sky Sox Stadium off of Powers and enjoying a delightful AAA baseball game followed by an even more delightful AAA fireworks show. And, of course, going up to my buddy’s house and sitting in his driveway with a beer in my hand while he smokes some brats and we argue theology, politics, and watch how many of his neighbors have driven up to Wyoming to buy the *GOOD* fireworks (some of which were seen in the aforementioned baseball game).
The absolute *FAVORITE* fireworks show I’ve ever seen was probably at Epcot during their “Dreams Come True” period which, lemme tell ya, surprised me by putting the NYC show to shame. And *THAT* makes me remember the wedding at which I was the best man. After the event, after we put my main man and his blushing bride in the limo to go off to their cruise (I remember sneaking a candy g-string into his luggage… sadly, I was unable to find a pair of “Home of the Whopper” briefs), I remember that Maribou and I hung out with the other groomsmen and the bridesmaids and we stayed up and drank wine and told stories and one of the bridesmaids was married to a guy who was a chemistry major in college and spent a few years being a fireworks tech at Disneyworld.
He told us a handful of stories about working there… most of them involving being in a room with a bunch of tables and scales and old guys yelling about how it used to be.
One of those old guys might have worked on that fireworks show that still haunts me.
Anyway, this weekend will *NOT* have a fireworks show to write home about. The Sky Sox have moved away to be replaced by the AA team the “Rocky Mountain Vibes”. We aren’t going to EPCOT and, let’s face it, while the fireworks show is good, it’s not going to be “holy cow, this beats NYC!” good. Sadly, my broski is flying off to another timezone with his family to celebrate his own 4th.
So I’m staying at home and going to help the kitties deal with all of the loud noises going on outside. Maybe Memorial Park will be doing their food truck/hippie crystal vendor thing again but… eh. Not every year needs to burn out the endorphin centers, right? We’ll burn them out next year.
Saturday Night will be a good night for a game night (coincidentally at the guy for whom I was best man’s house) and Sunday will be spent at a different friend’s place where we will catch up, argue theology and politics, and eat meat.
Giving us all day Monday to recuperate.
(I’m already penciling in that this is the best weekend of the year.)
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Meeting”. Photo taken by Maribou.)
My grandma’s birthday was the 4th of July, and even though she’s been gone for over 30 years, the family picnic continues. It’s been going on for as long as I’ve been alive and I’m nearing retirement age. Always great to seen the cousins for a non-funeral occasion.
Other than that, hoping to get in at least one round of golf. I started keeping a handicap this year and it’s not pretty.