So sleepy…Stupid people shot fireworks till 3 a.m.
foom…POP!
foom…POP!
foom…POP!
and then it would change to
POP.……crackle
POP.……crackle
POP.……crackle
for a while, then back to the foom/pop. Geez. They started late because of the rain, but all-told those assholes shot fireworks for four whole hours. Who does four hours of fireworks? How much did they spend on that? I couldn’t even watch because of the trees.
Around one I moved to the couch, where the ceiling fan muffled the sound, waking every so often, never going into a deep sleep. Then at 3:30 something(s) crawled all over my face. I shot up like a big screen girl after a nightmare, slapping my own face and neck in the dark. Something tickled my ear, so I rubbed it and found a small, firm lump in a crease, which I pulled off and threw across the room. To my credit, I did not shriek. Then I went to the bathroom and inspected my hair, neck and ears, certain I would find a billion gnat-sized baby spiders colonizing my hair, or worse, alien spiders colonizing my brain via my ear. I found nothing.
After inspecting the couch, my blanket and pillow, and the floor with a flashlight, I calmed down enough to notice the foom/pop had stopped. It took me a long time to get to sleep, what with my hair tickling my face and every itch an alien spider.
I finally did fall asleep, and that’s when I dreamed of wandering through Pamela Anderson’s house/amusement park/shopping mall searching for a bathroom. Whatever that means.
I might mean that “POP … crackle” is the sound Pam Anderson’s implants will make when they finally give ‘way.
Creepy. That spider-on-the-face thing is CREE-PEE, ick.
Sorry you had a bad night, and hope you’re shindig-that-wasn’t-a-shindig was fun. :)
It was. Even though we ran out of propane and the fireworks got rained out. You cracked me up with that implant comment.
And dammit, now that I chose this template I see I can’t nest the comments. Poop.
Alien spiders!! Oh my gosh, that’s so like my nightmares! And I HATE that when every little itch and tickle becomes a spider of ginormous proportions that’s going to feed you to its young. *shudder*
I’m so sorry you had a bad night, and had to deal with such rude thoughtless neighbors! Man, celebrating freedom is one thing, being an inconsiderate asshole is something else.
All I want is my godd**n avatar … *sniffle* It’s only broken on YOUR blog, why doesn’t it work on YOUR blog?? ARRRRGGHH!!
Does it work? Does it? I did something wrong but Fal fixed it. Does it work now? Pleeeeeeaaaase?
They say we eat some outrageous number of spiders every year in our sleep. It creeps me out just thinking about it.
Hey, I thought I was the only one who lived in a loser neighborhood with idiots who set off fireworks all night. Now I feel better– there are idiots everywhere!
Sarah-maybe we’re the losers because we want to go to bed at a decent hour on a holiday. LOL
Holly-thanks for that tidbit. :-\
Knyt-I’m secretly sabotaging your avatar. But seriously, I’ll go look at the help files today and see what could be the problem.
Fal-If I see the spider, I won’t freak out about it. In the dark, anything’s possible. Ick.
You know, I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that the spiders in the mouth thing was an untrue urban legend. I’m going with that one.