Last night, fortified by a gigantic pitcher of margaritas and a scrumptious Mexican dinner, we wandered down to one of the lakefront parks with a blanket and a few hundred other residents to watch the show.
It was awesome, except for the fact that the fireworks were completely hidden from view by a curve of the lake and forest of gigantic trees. D'oh! Honestly, this was one of the funniest things I've ever witnessed. All of us gathered on a grassy hillside, a half dozen grills serving up tasty BBQ treats, music pumping from portable stereos, children laughing and dancing, eyes turned expectantly towards the sky for... nothing.
The first couple of booms reached us with no attending visuals, and after about a 5 second lag to process this info, everyone realized at once that we were in the completely wrong place. Most people jumped up and started trotting down the street in search of a better vantage point. But the show was actually a looong ways away and required hiking down (and more importantly, back up) a steep incline. So we bagged it and went home, where we could still hear the booms for almost an hour.
Epic! Fireworks! FAIL!
We'll give it another shot tonight with our local village show.