Jul 05 2006

The Morning After

by Megan Edwards
Fireworks
“Safe ‘n’ Sane” fireworks

Is there a more underappreciated day in the United States than July 5th? And this year, it’s a Wednesday, which makes it even more mundane. A Monday-esque hump day. I guess the one upside is that an ordinary weekend is only two days away. In the meantime, rooms are pretty cheap on the Strip! Grab ‘em while they last!

The firestorm on my block was even more eardrum-busting than last year. When I went outside to find out who was launching some particularly big rockets, I found my neighbor dancing in the street, chanting, “and it’s all legal!” He was sort of right, too, because he wasn’t he only person blasting explosives into the sky, and the police never showed up. Meanwhile, back in my backyard, I was obeying the letter of the law with my “safe ‘n’ sane” devices . They were okay, in a stationary, mild kind of way, but all it takes is one bomb bursting in air to know that you’re a dork to have settled for legality. (by the way, that isn’t Alf in the photo. It’s my friend, fearlessly lighting something called a “June Bug.”)

Pavlova
Patriotic Pavlova

Anyway, my patriotic Pavlova turned out swell, and today the natural pyrotechnics continued with a nice lightning storm. Ah, the desert in summer! A sizzlin’ wonder!

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