Confessions of a fireworks junkie

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I love fireworks.

No, I mean it.  I LOVE fireworks.  They blow up in the sky like a big electric flower.  There is no such thing as a bad firework, though some are better than others.  This weekend I got oh so lucky.  Three - count 'em - THREE - nights of fireworks.  Thank you, Mother Nature, for making Thursday's weather bad enough so some fireworks displays were postponed.  Woo hoo!

The first night we went to Greenbelt Park.  I've never seen fireworks there.  They did a nice job!  There were lots of families and even more fireflies.  It was beautiful.  A picnic dinner made for a special evening.


The second night was in Laurel.  The Very Good Boyfriend braved the traffic to find a spot for us to watch the fireworks.  There were lots of cars and lots of phone/electric lines but it was still a good time.  They had fireworks in the shape of hearts and smiley faces.  Odd, but as I've said before, there is no such thing as a bad firework.



Last night, the third night of fireworks in a row (!!), we ended up at a church in Lanham.  We sat through the (not so bad) gospel music and a few Hallelujahs! and several Amens!  It was all good because they have nice fireworks.  And, one of the best parts, it's located about a block from a 7-11, which means slurpees.  Score!


What an excellent weekend to be a fireworks junkie.  Perfect!

Comments

  1. AlissaJuly 9, 2014 at 12:49 PM

    Yay! Sounds like a really great couple of days. Don't forget your free Slurpee this Friday. 7/11

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