It was our fifth fireworks show since being married, but the first time with just the two of us. We spread out our blanket by the river, ate a picnic dinner, and enjoyed the show surrounded by strangers.
While waiting for the sun to go down, we entertained ourselves with people-watching. Living in our Rexburg bubble, some of the characters in Idaho Falls were slightly traumatizing to my sheltered psyche. For example, we counted five butt cracks. Each time, Andrew proclaimed, "Crack kills!" Then, driving home, we got flipped off twice!
Like I said. Traumatizing.
But otherwise, a wonderfully, relaxing evening. Hope your holiday was happy too. And crack-less.
Blinded for Life,