Fireworks!!

You know, despit being raised by people who have lived so as to avoid fireworks like the plague- I love them. I go to as many as possible every year. I usually will peruse (peruse is a word that actually means the opposite of what people think it means, it means to look very carefully, it is the antonym of skim) the newspaper and the web and try to line up July 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 etc if possible. Some years the 4th is on a Sunday or Monday or some other weird day and it actually is possible. Being in Utah gives the added Pioneer Day bonus on the 24th.

Tonight we went to Granite High (now alternative high for expelled gangsters and pregnant teens, which led to calls regarding fights involving 20 on police radios) on 33rd and about 6th East in Salt Lake, with some friends we made when we lived in that ward and have stayed close to ever since. We have been going there on July 3rd as something of a when-we-are-in-Utah-tradition since 2002. The finale was fantastic, the songs reminescent of Elementary School, the little light sticks the kids lightsaber fought with were wonderful.

In all, the War God Festival was worth the crowd.