Wow. Since I'm stuck out here all alone in my little shack, and I have no one else to share this with..the privelage falls to you, my poor readers.
One of the drivers from my work, he's pretty dorky, gave me a video he made of some local firework festival. And because I said I would watch it, I am. I'm a horrible liar and I know he's going to want to talk about it when I see him later in the morning. It's really funny. He did a good job filming. The quality is pretty good, but it's still a home movie of some hick ass NH festival. He pans the crowd for a good ten minutes. That is ten minutes of red-skinned, tubby, tank-topped men and women walking back and forth in front of the camera stuffing cotton candy and fried dough in their faces all to the soundtrack of a local band playing soft eighties favorites. Oh, now there's a close up of the band...nice.
Actually, the fireworks are pretty crazy.
I'll at least be able to nod my head and add a knowing yeah, uh-huh to the conversation later.