My mom and I arrive at the place where the fireworks show was going to be held at.
The whole place was packed (of course) with many tourists… well the preppy rich ones. I live in place where there are a lot of preppy rich kids, wearing their polos and khaki shorts, some with fancy watches, like, it was everything that I kind of resented. Crowded just like the GIF below… but minus the strobe lights and extra people and cheering and glitter and DJ and crazy people and fist pumping.
Sitting on the dock, I just chill out and read my book, waiting for the fireworks show that was supposed to start around 9.
3 kids come up next to me with their grandparents. Now the funniest and coolest thing all night was those 3 kids (well 2 boys, 1 girl). They were about 6-8 years old. One was singing the chorus to “What Makes You Beautiful” by One Direction. I thought it was the girl singing it but it was one of the 2 boys and the other boy kept on telling him it was the worst song he ever heard and it was annoying.
Minutes later, that same boy who said that the One Direction song sucked was muttering a rap song, and I hear little bits of it like one part he sang, “yeah, shots shots shots shots, yeah, shots”.
What the fuck kid? You’re like 8 and you’re saying “What Makes You Beautiful” a more worse song than what you just sang. Bitch shut the fuck up.
But the kid who sang the One Direction song kept on singing it to annoy his friend or brother, and then the kid just kept telling him to shut up.
I got fed up by the other kid putting him down so much.
The next time the kid sang “What Makes You Beautiful”, the other kid said shut up and I told the kid to keep singing and that One Direction was great.
The other “shots” kid shut up after I said that and the other kid sang freely!
Fireworks done, it wasn’t really a show. But after that, there was a large crowd again and we all were heading to the buses to get to the parking lot… And I wait in line with my mom, which was a really long line like:
Still waiting in line, people were shoving others to get into the buses (there was only 6).
When waiting in line, a little girl behind me had a country accent to her and it was like the cutest thing I have ever heard.
She kept talking to her parents like, “Mama, when are the buses going to come along?”, it was so adorable, like I wish I had a daughter like that.
The 3 middle-aged women in front of me were annoying as fuck because they kept on complaining about the buses taking too long.
Sure, many people were pissed by the fact the buses coming around took too long and a lot of people start freaking out at the security guards but the guards were telling them that they were trying their best and I think that complaining is not going to make it any better because there’s no point of it.
We get to the parking lot and walk home from there and now I’m here writing my post and having to wake up for work in the morning. My feet ache from standing in line too long but eh, it was for my mom.
Anyways, this Fourth of July really sucked. But hey, it was fun at the same time.