Fireworks are dangerous, kids.

No, nothing blew up in my hands yesterday, but a couple of fuses got the better of me, so now I have a small red welt on my right thumb and a nearly dime-size one on my left palm. It was worth it though.

Partied at creativehead's aunt & uncle's crib in West Seattle. Well, not really "partied". More like "gorged myself". I think I had three beers over the course of about seven hours. I just ate the rest of the time. Pork, turkey, clams, mussels, salads, and a kajillion different kinds of desserts. I'd sum it up as gluttonous.

There were volleys of mortars and bottle rockets all up and down the beach. You could see the reflection of the Elliot Bay show on the clouds. Purdy.

Happy barfday Amerika!