I live a block or two away from a rather large park in SLC where every year one of the better non-stadium-related fireworks displays (well, for Utah at least) is held. I had planned on walking to an associate's house for a big bbq, but the rain today led me to believe it was cancelled, and that walking around my house aimlessly in my boxers most of the day was the best bet for thrills. (I also spent a few hours yet again expecting a certain "friend" of mine to come over, only to have those hopes fizzle when it became once again apparent that she is a tremendous wank).
Anyway, back to the park. It's a big show full of booms and pops and shit. I watched a bit from my lawn before I realised what a giant tool I must've looked, standing between my place and my garage, in shorts and a t-shirt (I never wear shorts out of the house... well, minus today), staring, mouth agape, at some powerlines. And well, thousands of people come out for this Festival-o-'Splosions. Due to the unique placement of this park, the easiest way to get anywhere south involves driving down the street I live on. Thus for 2 solid hours tonight, I enjoyed the sights and sounds of a 3mph traffic crawl out my front window. Quite lovely. Glowing brake lights, hyperactive children with those glowing hoops, "thugs" with their "systems" turned up to elevenbecause, lord knows we all needed to enjoy a bass-only rendition of Nelly's latest chart-burner.
Now, call me overly patriotic, but ain't the 4th grand?
Anyway, back to the park. It's a big show full of booms and pops and shit. I watched a bit from my lawn before I realised what a giant tool I must've looked, standing between my place and my garage, in shorts and a t-shirt (I never wear shorts out of the house... well, minus today), staring, mouth agape, at some powerlines. And well, thousands of people come out for this Festival-o-'Splosions. Due to the unique placement of this park, the easiest way to get anywhere south involves driving down the street I live on. Thus for 2 solid hours tonight, I enjoyed the sights and sounds of a 3mph traffic crawl out my front window. Quite lovely. Glowing brake lights, hyperactive children with those glowing hoops, "thugs" with their "systems" turned up to elevenbecause, lord knows we all needed to enjoy a bass-only rendition of Nelly's latest chart-burner.
Now, call me overly patriotic, but ain't the 4th grand?
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pistolita:
OMG! I saw that oozinator thing too.. and it seriously blew my mind. thanks for reminding me of it though... it gave me a giggle in my belly. 
alyssum:
I have the same problem, except where pain-killers are concerned. That's the one time it's not whether I'll actually be able to puke, but how uncontrollably. I don't much like that.