This blog is about six days late, oh well shit happens then you wipe. And repeat if need........
Anywho I went to Alviso, CA this Fourth of July with some friends for beer, barbq and fireworks. Now the funny thing about fireworks is that they are illegal in CA, much like they are in NJ, but for some reason in this little town the cops look the other way.
I mean hell we had to drive to an reservation in another state and go out into the desert to buy these damn things! And they were hella expensive too!
And when I say fireworks I am not just talking about bottle rockets and roman candles, these backyard shows could have put some of the 'organized' fireworks to shame. There were some serious explosions going off all around us, and I mean all around us. I was like one house was trying to outdo the other for blocks and blocks on end!

1) The day started with beer and food, and when I say food I mean really good food. You know the kind that you really should not be eating but cannt help but to shove into your mouth as fast as you can!

 2) Kids love sparklers and ear plugs! Yes many of them had ear plugs in by the time the sun went down.

 3)Here we have my friend Ben (standing next to the atv) and one of his cousins, I swear he is related to just about everyone in this neighborhood in one way or another!

 4) I have no idea what this was called, it was loud, colorful and as loud as army ordnance! And the the quote of the day goes to a meme I saw on FB:  "Kids dont handle the fireworks, they are very dangerous let the adults that have been drinking all day do it"

 5) One of the calmer moments that night, followed by a volley of teeth rattling explosions and bright flashes of light that could have been easily mistake for floodlights on a mac truck

 6) Yes that is the middle of the street, its the safest place to light off a multi color flame thrower....duh

 7) I am not sure what was going on here but I am sure it had something to do with gunpowder and drunken adults.

A great time was had by all, I did not drink as much as I would have liked because I was driving. But it did allow me to people watch, which by the way is one of the best spectator sports in the world! The more they drank the longer they held onto the bottle rockets and the slower they moved away from the the box of mortars they just lit called 'Crack the Sky'.
And to my surprise I never had to breakout the first aide kit, and yes I made sure I brought one. The stories I have been told about what has gone on in previous years dictated to me that I had to have that bad boy on hand.