So the 4th finally came, and so did the rain. We had a party planned, but the dark clouds and work looming the next day caused most people to stay home. Our upstairs neighbors made up for our party slacking and invited all of Brooklyn to their pad.
Despite the rain and our cancelled shindig, we did at least get to see the fireworks. Freaking AMAZING! Pictures are an insult to fireworks. The Macy's show is almost on top of the Promenade and the deliver 45 minutes of the biggest and newest rockets available. What is tiny in a photo filled my line of sight that evening. The BOOMS are deafening and immediate at that range. The smell of smoke wafts over shortly after the show begins.
I'd never watched the show from a vantage point that can also see the barge. There's a whole lot going on down there that shouldn't be missed. The launches are accompianed by Roman candles and other small land based pyrotechnics. Dozens of flame, jelly-fish-like floaters lifted up from the craft.
In the end, I was ready for the finally to the war-simulacrum. It came right as my legs were cramping up and did a great job of surpassing any of the previous explosions. I love fireworks finales.