No fireworks this year, which was good in a way, since it had become rather tedious in previous years. Instead, we lit the street on fire! With booze! Not good booze, thank you – this was some horrid old Ballantine’s blended scotch that had turned cloudy with black sediment. No drinky? Burrrn!
That last photo is straight up creepy.
You can see the giant jug-o-booze in the second pic.