I went to my office's managing editor's house for a 4th of July party tonight. She and her husband live in this fancy schmancy gated community that borders South Mountain State Park on the southern (duh) edge of Phoenix. Wow. Talk about classy digs. Anyway, after dark, we climbed a little way up the foothills behind her house to watch the city fireworks.
Phoenix and its surrounding suburbs lie in a bowl-shaped valley that is ringed by desert mountains. Well, being up in these mountains afforded us a spectacular view of not only Phoenix's (that plural looks funny...) fireworks, but the fireworks of all the surrounding cities. We counted no less than 14 different major fireworks shows going on in the valley below us. There was even one show that we could just see the tops of the explosions peeping up over the mountains in the distance. And if that wasn't enough, God threw in a little desert thunderstorm spawned heat-lightening off to the west. What a show!
Also, as a side note, Shelley has three dogs. There is a beagle named Izzy and two little mixed-breed dogs named...wait for it...Bits and Pieces. That's so. freaking. cute.
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i'm pretty sure you had the best 4th fireworks in the history of the world. (well, the last 230 years anyway).
beatrice out.
Yes, 'twas awesome. The threat of scorpion stings heightened the experience.
ps - the "beatrice out" cracked me right up. You're missed.
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