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Distant Explosions
Jul. 5th, 2003 10:47 amI declined to go a-barbecuing yesterday afternoon, but instead flipped between coughing and mewing pathetically, and working on pieces for my new costume for Anthrocon, which looks like it’s going to amuse me immensely whether or not anyone else cares. I’m justifying the expense and effort by convincing myself I’ll wear it for Halloween, unless I’m actually in labor at the time.
In the evening we joined a few friends for Indian food and an excursion to Piermont, a little town notable for an extremely fine restaurant at which I once has one of the most memorable meals of my life, a fun folk-coffeehouse which attracts moderately big performers in that scene, and a town park with a magnificent view along the Hudson River, right where the Tappan Zee Bridge crosses. You can see the fireworks displays for quite a few of the towns along the river there (Tarrytown, Irvington, Nyack, Dobbs Ferry, Ossining, probably some others), all at once, as well as a little display by the town itself and random stuff that people are shooting off boats. Truly exceptional.
It’s mostly just visual, as no one is playing patriotic music nearby, and the fireworks are too far away to hear. That’s not to say it was quiet. I didn’t mind the young people yelling boom each time something went off at first --it was cute. But when they got bored after ten minutes and would have quieted down, their parents encouraged them by yelling for the various fire departments at the top of their lungs, calling out opinions of who was in the lead, and such. When people (including our group) responded by moving away, the mother started them on chants like "Why do I get to be so loud? Because I’m Jeremy!"
Remind me not to actually train my kid to be a public nuisance.
In the evening we joined a few friends for Indian food and an excursion to Piermont, a little town notable for an extremely fine restaurant at which I once has one of the most memorable meals of my life, a fun folk-coffeehouse which attracts moderately big performers in that scene, and a town park with a magnificent view along the Hudson River, right where the Tappan Zee Bridge crosses. You can see the fireworks displays for quite a few of the towns along the river there (Tarrytown, Irvington, Nyack, Dobbs Ferry, Ossining, probably some others), all at once, as well as a little display by the town itself and random stuff that people are shooting off boats. Truly exceptional.
It’s mostly just visual, as no one is playing patriotic music nearby, and the fireworks are too far away to hear. That’s not to say it was quiet. I didn’t mind the young people yelling boom each time something went off at first --it was cute. But when they got bored after ten minutes and would have quieted down, their parents encouraged them by yelling for the various fire departments at the top of their lungs, calling out opinions of who was in the lead, and such. When people (including our group) responded by moving away, the mother started them on chants like "Why do I get to be so loud? Because I’m Jeremy!"
Remind me not to actually train my kid to be a public nuisance.
