Last year, this blog sometimes got a little negative, and a little downerish. That was a genuine reflection of my mood (at times)…it was fucking hard living here. But this year, I want to remember to write about the good times as well…and boy howdy and I having one now.
Having returned to my apartment, I remembered how much I love my apartment. I’m sitting on the couch, watching Blue Mountain State (big ups to Brett and Mulroney for the tip…so good), drinking 18 year old scotch, and waiting for dinner.
But the real story? UNRESTRICTED FIREWORKS. It is like a colourful, manic, awesome warzone outside…every few minutes, the night sky lights up and the vibrations stop me in my tracks and I find myself once again staring out the window. I actually passed a fireworks stand on my way home, and was so overwhelmed with explosive emotion, I had to walk on…too many decisions. Do I start small, and work my way up? Or do i just by the box set that is the size of a hatchback (and has a picture of a mushroom cloud on it).
Whatever my thinking, rest assured: I’ll be hitting it up tomorrow and BLOWING SHIT UP FOR WEEKS. And I’ll post photographs of the carnage.
Thank god for poorly regulated, highly explosive entertainment to take my mind of missing home.