No, I'm not talking about some marathon bedroom Olympics. *darn* I mean real fireworks, the kind that go BOOM! and rain down pretty-colored sparks on unsuspecting overdressed people after a baseball game. Tonight we're going to a Frisco Rough Rider game, and after the game they're putting on a first-class fireworks show. (From where we live I could see the fireworks show they had last Friday and it was impressive.)
The ballpark is only about 1 1/2 miles from our home, and their hot dogs and nachos and adult brews are plentiful and cheap. The RR's are a Texas Ranger farm team, but since I don't really follow baseball and wouldn't know Josh Hamilton if he sat down next to me, I really don't care about the game. Nope, I'm all about the fresh air, the highly interesting "people watching" opportunities *wink*, the junk food, and the fireworks. BOOM!!
Saturday morning, assuming I don't get torched Friday night, we're going to daughter Erica's house to celebrate grandson Parker's second birthday. We have for him a double-wide Slip-'n-Slide and a water wiggle thingy. 'Course, at 2 years old we could give him a used toner cartridge and a cardboard box full of dirt and he'd be just as happy. Still, with all of my daughters and their boys in attendance it should be fun. And exhausting.
Hope y'all have a fun weekend planned, too. :)
S
Enjoy your holiday.
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Bobby
Sounds like fun. I love fireworks shows - an occasional indulgence in the brew and dog is a nice extra, too!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the long weekend and holiday!
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