The view from our window
I just wanted to say that I’m safe and sound after a night of serious pyromania. In all, the night was amazing. The amalgamation of millions of fireworks created an odd acoustic phenomena where all you could hear was an endless humming rumble 360 degrees around you.
A highlight (depending on how you look at it) was when a bad mortar shell blew my launch tube into pieces, setting off every car alarm within 500 meters and drawing unfavorable attention from the firemen. Fortunately some Germans arrived with a new tube and we sent a couple more large-scale balls into the sky to add to the thunder. Suprisingly, the smaller, self-contained, show-in-a-boxes did an admirable job but there was just something awesome about the deep, powerful thud of the big ones launching.
So at about 10 pm, the Germans picked up their launch tube and I asked where they were going…”we go drink now…we come back at 12″. I took a break to and went to a firework dealer to buy a case of 10 “da das” (big ones) for about $40. At midnight, the Germans returned a little tipsy and we successfully waged a blitzkrieg of 5 shots before they blew up their own launch tube. We shared some beers and they went home.
Lisa said I wasn’t allowed to keep these “bombs” in the house, so I traced the source of some other “big ones” going off outside the compound and drove out to take advantage of their in-tact launch tube. When I arrived, I found an affluent, english-speaking asian family who happily let me join in the fun and within 30 minutes, we had emptied our stash of commercial-grade fireworks.
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