I love fireworks. Literally and figuratively, but today let's talk about literally.
Last week Igor and I went to Stafford Motor Speedway to see his friend race late model stock cars. It was lots of good redneck fun, and there was a fireworks show! Granted, it wasn't Grucci Brothers quality, and some of the show was set to Don Henley for extra white trashness, but it was still bright, loud, exploding pyrotechnics in the sky, and I dig it.
Tonight we're going to the Bridgeport Bluefish game and it looks like they have fireworks every Friday night. Yay! I can't wait.
This summer I think I will make it my mission to see as many fireworks displays as possible. Technically, it's not even summer yet, but fireworks equal summer and I love summer, which technically begins Monday!