The fireworks sound really depressing this year.
I used to have big blowout 4th of July parties. I'd drop 1K on fireworks and a few hundred on burgers, brats, and coolers full of beer. It was so damn fun trying to run around making sure everyone'a cups were filled while I busted my ass on the grill. Needed a turkey burger, a veggie brat, or a gluten-free bun? I had you covered.
I met a great girl around that time, she moved in, then we had those parties together. We got married 12 years ago and nine years ago we got to surprise everyone with a pregnancy announcement when they showed up for our party. A few hours into the part we got to drop another bomb - she wasn't only pregnant, this was also our gender reveal. We had three parties in one. It was so fucking awesome.
Once the kid came we moved somewhere to get some extra space and we then lacked the yard and location to drop dozens of mortars so we had to stop having the party.
Then everyone moved. And we all grew apart. I don't even know who I'd invite if we did have a party this year.
But on top of all of that, this year just feels so hollow. The fireworks just sound sad and pathetic as they boom down the road. I just feel loss from so many directions this year. Its about time for me to go sit outside with my kid and wife and pretend to be interested and amazed. Fuck.