MSN refuses to let me upload pictures so I guess I'll have to wait. In the mean time, I might as well write about my rather uneventful 4th of July. The sun never did come out in Boston on that rather dreary day and the humidity was so thick it felt like a sauna. I woke up to the fact that it was most likely going to rain and that I had absolutely no inclination to camp out on the Esplanade in that weather. Luckily, my BF felt the same and after having some eggs and toast, we both eagerly settled on the futon and turned on the TV.

Nothing.

We sat there for a while, wondering why we paid a 100 dollars a month for cable, before giving in and reaching for the controller to our Xbox 360. Since the real world was simply too bleak to bear, the only logical step was to enter the land of Cyrodill and immerse ourselves in Oblivion.

Two level increases later we realized that we had finally finished all the arena quests and that a good 4 hours had been successfully wasted. While I would not have minded continuing with the game, my BF couldn't make himself stay in on the 4th of July, regardless of the weather. After making a very compelling argument that our Digital SLR had been collecting dust for the past couple of months and that this would be a wonderful opportunity to test out the fireworks mode, we decided to pack up our camera gear and headed for the Mass Ave. bridge.

We reached the bridge at around 7pm just in time to set-up our tripod before the crowds started pouring in. 2 hours later we found ourselves less than an inch from four extremely annoying teenagers and an extremely inquisitive 10yr-old and his father. Our tripod space was barely respected and I was beginning to grumble over the mosquitos and the heat. An hour of trying not to give the teens a wry glance for saying things like "i speak good american yo, not them British-speak" drove me closer and closer to my breaking point. I wanted to go home!

By that time, of course, it was too late. There was no way that we would be able to push our way trhough the hundreds of people on the bridge. Hell..There was no way to make it to the bathroom, let alone back home. I tearfully listened to the boy who was now eagerly counting down from 3600 (6 minutes before the show) and stifled the urge to give him a little nudge and send him head-first into the Charles.

3600 painful seconds later, the fireworks started. Now, I want to say that they were spectacular and all worth the effort, but...well..that wouldn't be exactly truthful. While I personally thought it was worth it, I think that was true simply because my boyfriend and I really like taking photos and the photos came out really well. They were typical fireworks, however, and we got typical fireworks pictures. The music wasn't that well synched and the fireworks not particularly creative; however, the experience was enjoyable and I loved how the pictures came out.

Which reminds me, why won't MSN let me load the bloody pictures??