Happy New Year
06 January 2008 | Z-town
Tara
Happy 2008 Everyone! Our family was treated to a fireworks show last night. It was beautiful, but very loud. Here's what happened...
I had a small atomic clock that I keep in my room that I kept with me so I could say "Happy New Year!" at exactly the right time. Casey and I were watching a movie on her laptop to keep us awake. I looked at my clock, 11:30.
I was anticipating the New Year. I was ready to take on '08. And even though I didn't have cable T.V. to watch the ball drop I was going to have an awesome New Year. But then I thought to myself I don't even have a New Years resolution! I had to think fast. Time was catching up. 2008 was almost here, it was 11:45. I kept watching the movie as I tried to simultaneously think of my new year's resolution; it was 11:50 now.
I was starting to sweat; I couldn't think of anything, my brain was about as helpful as a bucket of freezer burned chicken. It was 11:55 now; I had five minutes, or so I though. Right at that moment I herd loud music, cheering, and fireworks. I knew I was out of time. It was 2008. And for some reason I had a flash-back to when I bought my atomic clock at a drug store in America. It said that it was always precisely on time... But it was 5 minutes off! I missed the New Year! We all rushed on deck to watch the multicolored firework show. My mom and Dad, being the party poopers that they are, went to bed early. But they woke up to watch the fireworks with us. They had no choice, really, because the fireworks were only 250 yards from our boat.
My mom recently herd a story about a boat that got hit by a bullet. "On Christmas they fire a bunch of guns and one of the gun shells flew up and hit one of the boat's decks in our anchorage," she said. So now she is totally paranoid.
She told us as we were watching the fireworks "If they start firing those guns, run down below, one of the shells might hit you."
"Mom," I said "the chances of that are very low."
"They hit that boat's deck didn't they?!" she yelled and pointed over the booming of the fireworks. No sense in arguing with mom.
There were these spinning fireworks from the beach that my mom didn't like; she thought that they came to close to our boat. They were fired about every 2 or 3 minutes. The spinning fireworks went up, up, up and BOOM! The sound echoed off the hills around us (so it was twice as loud as it would normally be.) The fireworks exploded and green tails went streaming down from above us.
"Get down! Get down!" Mom yelled to us. We rolled our eyes. After the remaining tales of the fireworks sizzled out, my mom got up from her crouched position and looked at us. "Did you see how close those fireworks got to our boat?" Mom repeated that process every time a spinning firework went off. She was totally serious too. The music was still going as we all decided to go to bed. As I said goodnight to my parents my mom suddenly said, "Hey Tara, what's your New Year's resolution?" remembering that I had run out of time in 2007 to get one I replied, "To get a New Year's resolution by tomorrow, mom. Good night."