Independence Day
Last night, like most of you, we went to see fireworks. We hadn't really made plans for last night and weren't even sure we wanted to go anywhere. I didn't want to sit out in the heat for hours to wait for the festivities to begin (although with the way the weather turned out yesterday I think I would have preferred to be outside and get rained on to cool off). I didn't want to deal with crowds and crazies. So we decided to drive up behind the Capitol and see how the fireworks were from there. At first they were kind of lame. We could see a few pop up every once in awhile in the distance but it was nothing spectacular. But we were the only ones out there and it was kind of cool to see the whole valley, and the weather was perfect.
Then all of the sudden this totally annoying group of people came and sat right beside us. And wouldn't shut up. They were making the most stupid and ridiculous comments and I just wanted to yell at them to "shut up your damn head!" I guess the good thing about being right under the fireworks is that they're so loud you can't hear anybody talking. Not so in our case. They were a bunch of redneck country bumpkins and a couple of them sounded exactly like Napoleon Dynamite and his brother Kip. Not the things they were saying, just the way they talked. One guy wouldn't stop talking about how annoying all the trees are and that they're in the way and he wishes someone would cut them down. One lady, every time a new set of fireworks would start across the valley would say they were coming from Sugarhouse. They can't all be coming from Sugarhouse, lady.
I was about ready to leave because the lame fireworks we were watching weren't worth putting up with this annoying group, when all of the sudden the fireworks started getting really good. Rice-Eccles was the closest to us and we could see them the best. We could also see Sugarhouse (I don't know if the lady every quite figured out which ones really WERE Sugarhouse or not), Murray, Franklin Covey, and several other smaller displays across the valley and it turned out to be really cool. I hope everybody else had a good 4th as well.
Then all of the sudden this totally annoying group of people came and sat right beside us. And wouldn't shut up. They were making the most stupid and ridiculous comments and I just wanted to yell at them to "shut up your damn head!" I guess the good thing about being right under the fireworks is that they're so loud you can't hear anybody talking. Not so in our case. They were a bunch of redneck country bumpkins and a couple of them sounded exactly like Napoleon Dynamite and his brother Kip. Not the things they were saying, just the way they talked. One guy wouldn't stop talking about how annoying all the trees are and that they're in the way and he wishes someone would cut them down. One lady, every time a new set of fireworks would start across the valley would say they were coming from Sugarhouse. They can't all be coming from Sugarhouse, lady.
I was about ready to leave because the lame fireworks we were watching weren't worth putting up with this annoying group, when all of the sudden the fireworks started getting really good. Rice-Eccles was the closest to us and we could see them the best. We could also see Sugarhouse (I don't know if the lady every quite figured out which ones really WERE Sugarhouse or not), Murray, Franklin Covey, and several other smaller displays across the valley and it turned out to be really cool. I hope everybody else had a good 4th as well.
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