The 4th
I remember a time not so long ago when the 4th of July was a joyous occasion.
The good ole street dance on the 3rd used to be fun. It was a nice little gathering of people that may not have had much dancing but actually took place in the street. Also, it was a good time to get together and see people. Things are different now. Instead of being called the street dance, it should be called "the gathering in a parking lot of a bunch of people that I don't want to see." But maybe it's just me who is different. I just no longer feel the need to make small talk with people from my past who were merely acquaintances at best. My favorite game was "oh shit, look away!" John and I left and did something much more productive. We went back to my place and got drunk. In the future, I don't think I'll be going to anymore street dances.
As for the parade, I decided to skip that altogether. In hindsight that was a brilliant call. It used to start in the morning before it got too hot, and they used to throw out candy and other free stuff. This year it started at frickin 1:00 in the afternoon. Also, they stopped throwing candy and stuff out. I think it is because of certain liabilities the city could face if somebody took one in the eye or something. Maybe people should learn how to catch. I asked people that went this year how it went. There were many responses, but most of them were along the lines of "eh," "same ole same ole," or "the usual." Why bother.
Ah, the fireworks. It's the same thing every year. A ton of people struggle to find parking spots and sit in the park in the dark all the while subjecting themselves to the swarms of mosquitoes that have sprouted from the stagnant pond water nearby. It's just not worth it. If I close my eyes, I can picture them all from memory. There are the ones that don't light up but make real loud noises, leave behind bright sparkly trails, explode into a giant ball, release small bunches of swirly bug looking things, blah blah blah.
There are also the idiots that go to Wisconsin to buy fireworks so that they can watch things explode and make noises. I hope they burn themselves.
Maybe there's something else, but I don't think it'll get any better than this.
The good ole street dance on the 3rd used to be fun. It was a nice little gathering of people that may not have had much dancing but actually took place in the street. Also, it was a good time to get together and see people. Things are different now. Instead of being called the street dance, it should be called "the gathering in a parking lot of a bunch of people that I don't want to see." But maybe it's just me who is different. I just no longer feel the need to make small talk with people from my past who were merely acquaintances at best. My favorite game was "oh shit, look away!" John and I left and did something much more productive. We went back to my place and got drunk. In the future, I don't think I'll be going to anymore street dances.
As for the parade, I decided to skip that altogether. In hindsight that was a brilliant call. It used to start in the morning before it got too hot, and they used to throw out candy and other free stuff. This year it started at frickin 1:00 in the afternoon. Also, they stopped throwing candy and stuff out. I think it is because of certain liabilities the city could face if somebody took one in the eye or something. Maybe people should learn how to catch. I asked people that went this year how it went. There were many responses, but most of them were along the lines of "eh," "same ole same ole," or "the usual." Why bother.
Ah, the fireworks. It's the same thing every year. A ton of people struggle to find parking spots and sit in the park in the dark all the while subjecting themselves to the swarms of mosquitoes that have sprouted from the stagnant pond water nearby. It's just not worth it. If I close my eyes, I can picture them all from memory. There are the ones that don't light up but make real loud noises, leave behind bright sparkly trails, explode into a giant ball, release small bunches of swirly bug looking things, blah blah blah.
There are also the idiots that go to Wisconsin to buy fireworks so that they can watch things explode and make noises. I hope they burn themselves.
Maybe there's something else, but I don't think it'll get any better than this.
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