I Hate Fireworks

I'm not sure exactly when I came to this realization. It took a long time. I remember in 1998 being at Disney World with Lisa and Kelly, and they insisted on watching the fireworks, and I found myself annoyed. I was TIRED and I wanted to rest! Stay for a bunch of fireworks? Of course, we stayed and I realized that Disney fireworks are not of the same ilk as home fireworks, but still, I fought it every night on that trip to not have to watch the fireworks. That's when it started I suppose.


As a single adult, fireworks had but one charm--laying on the ground watching them with some guy made it ALL worth it. Unfortunately, this happened rarely in the next eight years after that Disney trip. When Trevor and I were broken up for six weeks in 2005, I was a total disaster. The 4th of July was coming, and I didn't want to spend it alone. I called up my old friend Bryan and we planned to go to the fireworks show in Sandy. Then Trevor called and invited me to Dave Snow's barbeque--which we both knew Dave had already invited me to. But I could tell he really wanted me there, and hey, I was still madly in love with him. So me and Bryan went to it.

This is when it became clear that, during our break-up, Trevor had meshed himself with "the guys" and was becoming a total--GUY. It was so annoying. He and the guys had rigged a potato gun, and spent most of their time at the barbeque in school parking lot which backed Dave's house, shooting off potatoes hundreds of feet. It was cool but--I was cooler because I was going to watch the fireworks with a guy. Which I did, as Bryan and I considered starting it all up again. Apparently that night Trevor and the guys set off more fireworks--an incident which involved our friend Patrick shooting a bottle rocket out of his--well, you can probably guess. Sure wish I had THAT video--it exits, actually, but I have no idea where.

Anyway, Trevor and I got back together about two days after that. Maybe it was the bottlerocket incident, I don't know. Now I find myself so completely BORED with fireworks! In Disneyland in February I was too tired to stay and watch them, so Trevor watched them from the balcony of our hotel which was across the street. Apparently each explosion set off the car alarm of an SUV just below our door. Yeah.

Married fireworks are far worse than single fireworks. When you're single, at least it's an excuse to make out, right? Yeah, what married people make out? Or need an excuse? It's basically sitting there watching the guys set off one after another. This year we went to Patrick's house (yes, THAT Patrick)for a barbeque. The food was great, the visiting was fabulous. The TWO HOURS of setting of fireworks? Not so fun. For them, maybe. But seriously, they are ALL THE SAME. And men never tire of it. Well, at least this time Trevor sat by me instead of being with "the guys" and playing with fire. And I realize, after reading Lisa's blog just now, that this will never go away. Kids LOVE those stupid things! Every year we're gonna have to sit there while we watch flowers, screamers (SO ANNOYING) and whatever else comes in the jumbo pack at Costco until all is spent. Oh well. No getting out of it I suppose!

Here's one last reason not to like fireworks. Look at him! This is what happens to men on the 4th! (No, that's not a beer, it's Applebeer, but you get my point.)