Dare I?

Look at this insanity:


That's where I want to go watch fireworks tomorrow night, by myself. Shit. I knew it was going to be bad, but seeing a picture makes it worse. And I'm doing it alone--no one to watch my space, no one to keep me company. (Hey, my only other choice was to go to G's uncle's cabin in the woods? countryside? err, remoteness with G's parents, but not his brother. No thanks.) While I'm tempted to tough it out, it means no bathroom breaks from the time I find a place to sit (or trusting strangers...hmm) until around 11pm, when I walk home. I dunno man.

And I'm not sitting at home on the 4th. I had a really shitty 4th when I was 18, and since then, I've disliked the holiday because of the associations. Well, there was one quaint year in Wyoming, but overall, lame. I have memories of sitting in my college apartment, attempting to write a paper while the neighbors partied it up. So I'm not going to sit at home, even if it means jogging block to block trying to find a good view.

Wish me luck.