Bridge City has a relationship with fireworks. Or at least collectively the otherwise tame citizenry likes to use the 4th of July to make tons of exploding noises. My cat was not impressed.
I started the day reading. (author's note: I spend all of my time reading so this is not too interesting.) After a bit, I decided to switch venues for my reading. There's a cool chocolate shop relatively close. Even better, I discovered it while strolling along. :)
I went up on the bridge to do some more reading and realized that a number of folks decided to congregate on this bridge. Did I discover a place to see the fireworks? True to form, I was there really early (hmmm...now my page count for the day suddenly appears much less impressive) but I had a book. Even better, I enjoyed reading said book!
The fireworks started at an appreciable distance away. Generally, I am not used to only seeing the show as opposed to seeing and hearing the show. However, some people thought it to be wise to launch fireworks from the bridge where we all sat! Silly people.
On my way home, I thought that if I called my parents, they would have thought I decided to visit a war-torn country. Exploding fireworks were everywhere. I walked home on my main streets and enjoyed locking the door behind me.
Seriously, how did we get to commemorate Independence Day with a bunch of random explosions?