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Jul. 3rd, 2002 08:12 amSo the barrage starts last night at 12:01, mainly wistling rockets, and later these new things they have that sound like cats being launched (unsuccessfully) into space - "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!" But it's no worse than the vibrating rap music cars we normally get in the wee hours, so I fall asleep eventually.
Until.
"Ann?" Oh Christ, it's 3:00 a.m. "Come look at something."
"What?"
"I heard something."
All righty. I pad after her into the backyard. She's got her little Coleman lantern, which I hope is doing a good job of illuminating my face, since she insists of pointing the damn thing at me and blinding me. "What did you hear?"
"I thought it was rain, but it's not raining. Then it sounded like somebody was cutting the scr--" "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!"
Like that you mean?
"There! Did you hear that?"
"It's fireworks."
"Are you sure?"
"They went on sale at midnight. They've been going off all night."
"Well, I hadn't heard any!"
I refrain from punching her in the face. That lantern looks kind of heavy. Instead, in my best John Hillerman, "I'm going to bed."
Five minutes later: "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!" Sound of footsteps. There's a creak and a presence in the doorway.
I don't even open my eyes. "It's. Fireworks."
"Are you sure?"
"It's. Fireworks."
"...Okay."
"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!"
Until.
"Ann?" Oh Christ, it's 3:00 a.m. "Come look at something."
"What?"
"I heard something."
All righty. I pad after her into the backyard. She's got her little Coleman lantern, which I hope is doing a good job of illuminating my face, since she insists of pointing the damn thing at me and blinding me. "What did you hear?"
"I thought it was rain, but it's not raining. Then it sounded like somebody was cutting the scr--" "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!"
Like that you mean?
"There! Did you hear that?"
"It's fireworks."
"Are you sure?"
"They went on sale at midnight. They've been going off all night."
"Well, I hadn't heard any!"
I refrain from punching her in the face. That lantern looks kind of heavy. Instead, in my best John Hillerman, "I'm going to bed."
Five minutes later: "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!" Sound of footsteps. There's a creak and a presence in the doorway.
I don't even open my eyes. "It's. Fireworks."
"Are you sure?"
"It's. Fireworks."
"...Okay."
"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!"