Well, that’s another New Year’s Eve over. The neighbours and I have now just spent the last couple of hours clearing up all of the rubbish that was left lying around in our street last night by the usual crowd of people who come to see the fireworks every year. This year’s damage:
- about 400 empty bottles and lots of broken glass;
- the normal wear and tear on the surrounding environment (small trees uprooted, branches broken from larger trees, broken letterboxes)
- and, of course, the inevitable pools of vomit giving off delightful aromas in the warm, humid air.
I just wish that people did not have to become such thoughtless pigs once they start celebrating.
Still the ‘night before’ here. Awful lot of “agriculturalists” in this part of suburbia (the only way you can purchase fireworks much larger than sparklers is to sign a paper stating you are a farmer using them to scare off birds from your crops. Hmmm. A few potted geraniums and a couple of mockingbirds in the area. Don’t see much of a threat there. :rolleyes: )
As for me, it’s a bowl of popcorn, a Budweiser, and LOTR:ROTK:EE for me tonight. Had a half an inkling of popping over to “Club Paris”, the new nightclub opened downtown by Paris Hilton, but thought better of it. (She was fashionably late for the private gala last night - something like 6 hours. Showed up about 1:30 am, just before last call. If I’d paid $150 a ticket for last night, I’da been really ticked.) But I’d rather not deal with the traffic and the drunks on the road.
Goot luck cleaning up the vomit. At least I only have to clean up spent fireworks from the “farmer neighbors”.
Changed my mind on the popcorn. Crabmeat-stuffed salmon is much better. I can have popcorn any time.
Still got the Hobbits and the Budweiser. And the fireworks.