Me and John bolted up to Evanston last night to check out their fireworks show. We got there just as the show started, so all the open spots were full of people already, but we found a cool spot that wasn’t TOO blocked by trees. I’d brought my camera — have you ever tried to take pictures of fireworks? It ain’t easy, you have to use a really fast exposure to catch ‘em. I didn’t have time to fiddle with the settings on my camera so I just turned off the flash, kept snapping and hoped for the best. I did get some really neat pictures, they look really groovy now. I cropped the black parts off with iPhoto. What am I gonna do with ‘em all?
After the show was over, we were suddenly caught in a total clusterfuck of Evanstoners trying to get out of the park. I got a big rush of claustrophobia, wanted a cigarette really bad and got all annoyed when I couldn’t find my lighter. I’d left it at home, but I was in total denial about this so I made John wait while I dug through my bag looking for it, but no joy. We go a few blocks further, trudging behind a baby carriage, but I was still mad at my bag so we pulled over again so I could dump everything out and make 100% sure it wasn’t there. So John is standing there while hundreds of people are trying to cross the street, cars are honking their horns, frat guys are yelling back at the cars, and his lunatic girlfriend is crouched under a streelight, furiously throwing her belongings around in her tote-bag. It was good times!! But this madness only lasted a few minutes and we were soon back on our merry way. I even got a light, off a candle at a sidewalk cafe we passed. :-)