Bruised Shins
Our college and singles group had a Halloween Bonfire last night. We drove out to one of the guy's homes (Christian Carter) and had a huge fire (hot enough to fry your face). All was well until the fireworks came out. Of course, let me preface that this could have easily been some reap/sow-karma thang... It started with firecrackers being dropped behind he and she. Frightfully screaming, these people became amuse to many. Roman candles, bottle rockets and the like progressed into an all out attack.
From the darkness of nightfall, our of the bushes distant, dark.
Peered the intentions of evil, these monters of noise-making Mayhem.
Little buggers caught us unaware as bottle rockets zoomed past heads and hands. The attack was ON!!! From our bonfire lair we launched rocket after rocket, from hand, from plastic, Solo cups and whatever we could find to help us there target find.
CRACK! BANG! BOOM!
Men laughing with glee, girls running a flee.
From behind the Toyota, I fling the firecracker string.
Ladies and gents scurrying about... soon find the culprit - my head is there tout.
A turn to run, not far till I'm flung. A top a wooden chair my body slung.
Crap!!! Not only did I bash my kneee, but I came down on top of the chair and bruise, scraped and goose-egged my shins... but it was sooo worth it!!!
After a while, Brian showed up. He's my neighbor at school and the resident knife-lover, sound-guy, pyromaniac. He came with a box full of goodies. Soon the night sky was filled with light, smoke and noise. Great fun until the neighbors compained.
We then turned out attention to food - Jumbalaya (shrimp and sausage), hotdogs, smores and all sorts of non-healthy treats. Afterwards, we continued to tear up the back deck for more firewood. The night got nippy, so we dissembled Christian's old deck (he's replacing with a new one). Lots of heat, lots of flames and lots of green treated lumber chemicals (not really).
We got out the guitars and concert ensued. James Flynn, myself and new fella, Scott filled the night sky in song and harmonies. It was a brilliant evening.
In the midst of it all, were people... relationships and bonding. This is what life is about. LIfe, Love and Living.
From the darkness of nightfall, our of the bushes distant, dark.
Peered the intentions of evil, these monters of noise-making Mayhem.
Little buggers caught us unaware as bottle rockets zoomed past heads and hands. The attack was ON!!! From our bonfire lair we launched rocket after rocket, from hand, from plastic, Solo cups and whatever we could find to help us there target find.
CRACK! BANG! BOOM!
Men laughing with glee, girls running a flee.
From behind the Toyota, I fling the firecracker string.
Ladies and gents scurrying about... soon find the culprit - my head is there tout.
A turn to run, not far till I'm flung. A top a wooden chair my body slung.
Crap!!! Not only did I bash my kneee, but I came down on top of the chair and bruise, scraped and goose-egged my shins... but it was sooo worth it!!!
After a while, Brian showed up. He's my neighbor at school and the resident knife-lover, sound-guy, pyromaniac. He came with a box full of goodies. Soon the night sky was filled with light, smoke and noise. Great fun until the neighbors compained.
We then turned out attention to food - Jumbalaya (shrimp and sausage), hotdogs, smores and all sorts of non-healthy treats. Afterwards, we continued to tear up the back deck for more firewood. The night got nippy, so we dissembled Christian's old deck (he's replacing with a new one). Lots of heat, lots of flames and lots of green treated lumber chemicals (not really).
We got out the guitars and concert ensued. James Flynn, myself and new fella, Scott filled the night sky in song and harmonies. It was a brilliant evening.
In the midst of it all, were people... relationships and bonding. This is what life is about. LIfe, Love and Living.
