I just got back from a weekend in Boston a few hours ago. After a few "canceled" flight which I'm still raging about! Probably go out and paint "American Eagle" on all the clay birds this Thursday
Anyway, went out to visit some friends, we had planned on sticking around for the Boston Pops but we go to early of a start
After many hours of ping-pong and as many Guiness I was pooped by 3:00 (not to mention it was hot as Hades!). When we watched it on TV I was disapointed in the lack of participation as well. I was really dissapointed in myself for not sticking around and if I could do it all over again... Afraid watching it on the tube didn't do much for me but I know I probably would have gotten a bit misty eyed if I were there. After the Pops, my friends an I ran out to the river (at least I think it was a river (they live in Brighton)) to watch the fireworks. This just further reminded me of the total lack of respect some people have. There was a group of about 7-8 people along the bank lighting of bottle rockets. After a while one of them tossed a bottle in the river (trash can less than five feet away). Here it is, somone celebrating ID4 and then LITTERING! I got a bit peeved and looked over at my friend who was obviously not very happy but was doing a better job of containing himself (he generally has a short fuse). To avoid a bad scene (and being outnumbered) we bit out tongues and continued to watch the fireworks. A short while another bottle goes in and my friend walks up to them and very politely says, "you're going in after the next one". It looked like it might get a little hairy after that until one of his friend said, "Hell, I've got half a mind to send him in after the ones he already threw in". After a little posturing, not to be emasculated in front of his girlfriend, his frien told him to go after them or walk back!
I ended up enjoying it after all! All the more so since we couldn't let the rest of his beer go to waste while we stayed and talked to his friends!
David
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