Best Weekend Ever? Part II, Saturday

Well, as expected we woke with a bit of a fair hangover on Saturday (see previous post). Lazy morning for the most part. Didn't get moving until late morning, didn't get out of the house until after lunch. And then did nothing worth writing about. Until dinner, that is.

For once, we decided to eat dinner at home. What's on the menu? Grilled pizza.

Yep.

Pizza cooked on the grill. Oh man, makes me wonder what we were doing wasting time with that stupid oven. Everything really is better when it comes off the grill. It's true.

Then it was off to watch the fireworks in Moraga. We did this last year, drove to Moraga, the town park or square or some such thing...it was packed, tons of people there. We set up our blankets, our chairs and...

...watched the fireworks that were at least 1/2 mile away and slightly obscured by a tree. AND! AND it took us two frickin' hours to get our of Moraga! Small town + tons of people = major traffic snafu.

But not this year. This year we camped out at the local golf course. Maybe 300 yards from the launch point of the fireworks. The things were literally bursting over our heads. It was incredible.

At one point, a firework exploded on the ground. Not only did we see it go off, we could see the little brushfire that it ignited. My six year-old said, "Well, even professionals make mistakes!"

Nice.

He was a little Howard Cosell, giving us the color commentary all through the show. And like all good reporters, he spoke in a very loud voice so that he could be heard over all the booming and the oooo-ing and ahhhhh-ing.

Along with the gem about mistakes, the best comment was probably this one, given in response to a huge, very high firework that exploded in long golden tendrils:

"It looks like long fingers...like God is attacking us!"

Priceless.

It was a great show. We all agreed that we should do it again next year, to which Cameron added: "We should come here EVERY year."

And it only took us 25 minutes to get out of town!