I was lighting a whole lot of fireworks this evening with friends in the driveway. Particularly fun was holding the roman candles in the hand while it went shooting off in the sky. I combined about five roman candles together, tied their wicks together, lit a wick which ignited all the wicks, held it up in the air and let off around 50 rounds into the sky.
Unfortunately not everyone shared our enthusiasm. There was this old guy up the road who came down to us to see how long we were going to be! I looked at my watch. It was only 9:50pm, for goodness sake! Lots of people around the neighbourhood were lighting up too, and were expected to go on later in the night. Anyway we were all pretty high from the drink and the fireworks, so we offered him a wine, which he flatly declined. We asked him to join us but he wasn't interested, of course. Finally, we said that we'll finish all our remaining fireworks within 15 minutes. This seemed to be a satisfactory answer to the man. He politely thanked us, wished us a good time, and went back into his house.
Obviously he was pretty pissed at the amount of noise we were generating so he approached us with frustration, but upon seeing how many people there were, and we had around 7 small kids with us as well, his attitude changed a bit to hide his frustration. I mean, Guy Fawkes only happens once a year. It's not like we generate this amount of noise every night, and we certainly won't continue into the dead of night like a bunch of yobbos. Just grin and bear it and let some young people have their fun for once.
Get over it, man!
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