We went down to the park around 7:30ish to see what the entertainment and food offerings were like. Asaseya was there (Ghanaian) so Andrea and Glen were happy. I got me a porkchop on a stick and gave Ash the bone. Andrea's dad got tacos from the mexican food trailer. We all had mini-donuts. The music was...well...that gets an entry all its own.
Anyway, we ate, hung out for a bit, then went home so everyone else could go their seperate ways. Andrea and I headed back to the park after dark for the big show. I was on a mission to get mini-donuts for Andrea but the mini-donut machine was broken. I had to return empty handed. It is not a good feeling to return to a pregnant woman empty handed.
The fireworks were pretty good and our spot was really good. They were right in front of us, above the tree line (or not quite in some cases). Ash didn't appear to be scared by the fireworks at all, though he would stand up and look alert whenever a really big one went off. On the other side of a big pine tree from us someone had their dog and it was whimpering and whining the whole time, which did distress Ash quite a bit. Eventually Ash seemed to even ignore that other dog. We walked home amidst the throngs of people and instead of getting into our car and joining the motoized masses, we took a left turn up our front step and into our house, a mere 3 blocks from the fireworks.
Of course, after a fatal shooting and then a big fireworks display, I'm sure the neighborhood will be in utter disarray tomorrow. Probably more garbage everywhere than usual, too.
Signing out.
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