Fireworks were fabulous as always. The Boston Pops have been getting more and more outrageous as the years pass; the lineup tonight at the Hatchshell was splendidly uncalled for. (Note from the choir : you need to have external editors for this kkind of editing, for those who hate these textareas for writing...) But I don't think the stealth bomber came out this year, so I wasn't jealous.
I spent the fireworks writing reports and reading code and reviewing scholarship apps. Happily, I could see them outside the window; reading about the revolutionary war and its immediate aftermath; and wasn't thirsty all night. On the grass I would have had crowds to content with, and a much harder time reading and remembering anything from the past.