Boom Boom Pop

(Pre-Script: This post is dynamically explosive when paired with the song, "Here In Your Arms," #51 on the playlist, so go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)

What I remember most about fireworks is driving somewhere where there is a lot of traffic, getting stuck in it, trying to find a place to park, finally parking somewhere, getting out of the car, looking up and the view is obscured by buildings or trees, usually I see something, though, flashes of color on an otherwise dark sky. Lots of boom boom pop. Then big boom boom popping for the grand finale. Then driving home through more traffic. There is a lot of effort put into a little boom boom pop, so the boom boom pop must be special and fantastic. Sometimes the fireworks pop right over your head, but that doesn't usually happen unless you are in Toontown Disneyland, and when it does happen, your first reaction is to want to run for cover, you think you will get hurt, you think they will fall right on your skin and burn you, but they won't, they will just thrill you for a little bit, that's all. But most of life is not spent in Toontown Disneyland, particularly when it's fireworks time, which is every single night. Most of us wait for the once a year explosions once a year, after a long trafficy drive which leads to a parking crisis and limited view. But the boom boom pop, when it happens, man, it happens. What a sight. And I want to tell you something: Listen close: Are you ready?? Because if I have learned anything from Fireworks, it is this:

A lot of people will go to great lengths for just a little boom boom pop.

-XOXO,