The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 17 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
Get up at 1am. Go to Peter’s. Pack up the Whaler. Leave around 2am. Then spend the next four hours or so boating up to the San Juan Islands. At least that was the plan. High winds put quickly put a kibosh on that.
We ended up going to one of Quinn’s friends house. Lit off tons of Whistling Bottle Rockets. Made a handful of dry ice bombs. Peter even managed to hurt himself when decided to shake up a dry ice bomb (thus increasing the surface area of the dry ice) and it went off in his hand.
After a short water balloon fight, we made our way to Peter’s houseboat where we played a game of Settlers. There were some major hate crimes committed against me during that game and I have still yet to win a game.
We left about 10 minutes before 10 and made our way to the front of the North Lake Union boat crowd. Fireworks were awesome. Sooo many boats coming back. A sea of green.
Now some random thoughts on the Forth of July.
Can anyone give me a good reason why fireworks should be banned? As we were putting to the front of the boat line, people were (illegally) lighting off mortar shells, but I thought it was the most significant sign of patriotism I’d seen.
And let’s be honest, for the handful of idiots that blow their hands off, it’s really going to be their own damn fault. So why punish me? Oh that’s right, the concept of personal responsibility is gone. It’s always someone else’s fault and we spent a significant amount of time finding someone to blame rather then sucking it up and fixing the problem.
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