Explosives Rock!

Pre-firework: I'm just waiting for people to show up. I had planned to leave around four but several complications made that impossible. New plan: Grab Kaitlin from work, load up the cars, get the fuck out of here. I figure I'll ignore my previous plan to not smoke until school starts and more or less chain smoke black and milds.

Post-firework: The fireworks were absolutely astounding as I expected them to be. They really do get better every year. The post-explosion adventure, on the other hand, is a story in and of itself. It was an uneventful trek to the fireworks from the base of the purple people bridge, and a mostly uneventful trip to the cars from there. Now the interesting part comes from the strange connection that seems to have developed between Kaitlin and Joey. He insisted that she ride shotgun and, thinking nothing could go wrong, I assigned Alicia to the back seat and took the two friendly lovebirds, Nikki and Plate, in my car. Now, you can imagine the time it took to get half a mile in that traffic, but once we were on the Fifth Street on-ramp by the Radisson it was rather straightforward. For me. Joey was in front somehow and went straight instead of hooking left onto the highway. This, of course, leads to Bromley.
My inside "man," Alicia, tells me he didn't bother to turn around and instead I called to see what was up five minutes after I, Michael, and Nikki had arrived at my house. They had gone straight and didn't know what compass direction they were headed in. Now, Nikki and Mike both know their way around Northern Kentucky at least in part, so original plan to put them in Joey's car seemed proper. He overrode it with a series of guttural commands and I assumed that the man could drive three miles without error. I was not correct in that assessment. They were lost and had an Ohioan, a girl without a license, and Joey's residence in Independence to guide them home. They resorted to calling the elder Kunzleman.
When they arrived at my home I told Alicia, almost in tears, that she was from Ohio and exempt from my statements. She is currently in the basement suffering from some massive blisters and checking her email.
Kaitlin felt the need to pummel me. Had she been capable of any damage I'd have started putting people in their places, but I prefer a fair fight. The girl would do well to avoid hitting me when I'm both angry and right.
Joey seems to have realized the error of his ways and rightfully so. Any attempts to defend himself were quickly shouted down.

In all, it was a wonderful experience, and only slightly marred by what appeared to be no more than some sort of reject puppy love. I'm so happy to have passed the stage where I thought I could command those above me. Knowing one's place is a valuable quality.

I'm feeling strange at the moment, too. I can practically feel the testosterone coursing through my my organs and with it adrenaline. I'm angry. Anger, as you well know, is permanently connected to happiness through some strange glitch in my subconscious. I'm pissed but jovial. What I really want is a battle. I want to fight something. Kill! Kill!