I am so relieved the holiday weekend is over. I spent all day Saturday trying to get some freelance work done, only to be interrupted by booming fireworks every 20 minutes or so. Now, I am not a party pooper and I love the festivities and all that. But these fire works were so loud that I dropped my can of Coke about 3 times throughout the day out of shocked fear.
Which lead me to wonder how much of what I was listening to was actually just holiday festivities. Especially when two firetrucks and an ambulance pulled up in the alley next to my house, and I overheard one fireman asking “is she hurt?”. Nice. and festive. And then I got the hell out of dodge and went camping in Wisconsin (along with a good quarter of the rest of the urban folk).