First, I’ll say I am not against partying or having fun. My personal philosophy is to enjoy as much of every day possible. Now, on with this adventure…
Every year, around the 4th of July, my neighbors decide it’s party time. They are evening drinkers every day after work & they love to have large get-togethers at their home for sporting events, birthdays, pool parties, etc. In this way, they are pretty normal neighbors. But, on July 4th, they get a bit extreme. They buy hundreds of dollars of fireworks, liquor, & beer inviting as many people into their home & pool as will squeeze into their space.
I love July 4th, the freedom it represents, seeing family, friends, the day off work, and the fireworks.
This year was different than last year though. The festivities started on Thursday, June 30th. I got home from work around 7pm. The street I live on is a small, narrow, deadend – no outlet street. When I pulled in, I couldn’t get home. There were cars parked on the street (which is illegal where I live). This left no place to drive the short distance to my home. After a few minutes of sitting at the entrance of the road, an owner of one of the vechiles staggered into view & said:
“Well hi dare huney, Ount me ta move a car for too?”
I smiled, nodded my head in agreement, and tried not to giggle as he started his car. He backed into a car parked behind him, put the car in drive, drove straight into the car parked in front if him, then backed up again & pulled out. I don’t know where he went, but I never saw him again.
I finally made it to my driveway. About 5 hours later, the fireworks started. Ah, I love to watch fireworks. The colors, the smell, the way they light up the vibrant night sky and illuminate the evening. It didn’t bother me at all…until I realized my house was under attack!
Throughout the evening, my neighbors had continued to drink & obviously they were wasted. They were aiming the fireworks at my house! Then, one hit my car. I’m was pretty ticked at this point.I went outside and immediately I heard my drunken neighbors,
“Sorry Babydoll. Axxideeet. Really, Uhmmmm, wanna beer?”
I went to bed and prayed the house didn’t burn down in the middle of the night. Two days later on July 2nd, around 9pm, the fireworks started again.
This time two of my neighbors were shooting. Both neighbors were aiming over my house. Both neighbors were drunk off their arse and one was having a pool party. Some were shooting fireworks from their hands while in the pool! That’s New 😛
On July 3rd, I decided to arm myself with some fireworks of my own…so I could join in the fun & SHOOT back 🙂
We had been shooting back & forth at each other for 30 minutes when one neighbor called a truce. (I think I made a pretty impression on the trunk of his car with the Mini Pearls I launched his way.
So, the firework war has iced for now. We’ll see how tomorrow goes.On the flip side, the boys & my dog had a lot of fun.
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