I have nothing against fireworks—can kind of take them or leave them—but the idea of watching them surrounded my thousands of people sounds like a nightmare to me.
Some years ago, I went to a party in Covington where a bunch of us watched the fireworks from the roof of a house. That was fun. What wasn’t fun was trying to get home after the fireworks. What should have been a 15 minute drive turned out to be over two hours. I was so pissed, I felt like a firecracker ready to go off.
So you won’t be seeing me at the river tonight. I’m a bit of a stick in the mud, but you probably know that already.
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