Did we drive all the way up to New Hampshire to buy fireworks? yes. Do you have to be 21 to buy fireworks? apparently. Did It turn in to a 2 hour cigarette purchase? yep. Did I love every minute of blasting every hit from the nineties? yes.
The firework place was mullet city, people were walking out with trash bags full of fireworks. For the night we hiked up blue hills, to an observatory to see the fireworks from all the different towns. Along the way we convinced our friends that there was a Jesus looking creep walking around. Watch out for him. Though we didn't have fireworks we had sparklers, it's fucking rad that our country's holiday even involves fireworks. Also nick, like a total badass, climbed on some ski lift stuff, we walked up a ski slope to get to the top of blue hills. Yeah i might of slipped in mud on the way down, but blasting Why? made it better. And the new Deer Tick album is sick.
Life is driving through sun showers with your friends, windows down, blasting Modest Mouse, firework-less and covered in mustard.
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