The one about the Pyro Torch

Hello, everyone. I am sorry I have been blog deficient this week. I had my big interview yesterday and spent the few days before it in a mad dash to put together a kick-ass portfolio (and it was truly kick-ass, if I do say so myself!). I think the interview went pretty well. They contacted me by the end of the day for a second interview. Cross your fingers everyone!

Our friend J. came over last night and we decided to test out some of our new fireworks. N. had gotten these long roman-candle looking things called Pyro Torches (yea sounds dangerous, right?). She wanted them because you could hold them in your hand as opposed to the regular roman candles that come with a very large warning : DO NOT HOLD IN HAND! So they didn't have a price but we figure they should cost the same as the regular roman candles (around $7.99). Wrong. They were $20. We didn't figure this out until we had already left so we just decided to shrug and forget we were super broke and should not be spending money on fireworks, of all things.

So I pull one of these bad boys out of the package, I light it and shoot my hand up as far away from my body, shielding my face with my other hand and cringe... waiting for the loud explosion and shower of sparks. I wait. Then, I wait some more. I peek out from behind my hand to look at the stupid thing, thinking maybe I didn't light it correctly. It's lit alright. Just a little flame...burning. J. took the thing from me and tried shaking it. Nothing. Apparently that's what they do. Just burn...like a sad little Olympic torch. J. held it over his head and ran around the yard. That didn't make them any more fun. Amusing? yes. Fun? not so much. $20. What a gyp! Good job babe!

We tried the ground blooms, well I tried them. N. and J. just stood there and laughed at me, because every time I would light one, I would run away screaming like a 3 year old. They spin and change colors,  then crack and jump. I was not trying to let one of those "jump" onto my leg! Then, we played with my favorite ones. Morning Glory sparklers. Yea, I know they don't do anything except, ...sparkle. But, they're pretty. And, they make me feel like I'm a little girl again.. watching my dad light fireworks by the lake in Flushing Meadow Park while I danced around the tall grass with my sparklers. N. wouldn't let me try any of the other crazy fireworks we bought, because she insisted I was either going to set our trees on fire, or possibly burn down our house. Guess, I'll have to wait until Sunday!

My mom is on the bus, on her way here. I should probably be cleaning like a mad woman, instead of sitting here typing away. My mom is a bit OCD and if there is just one little tumbleweed of my dog's white fur on the floor, I will not hear the end of it. God forbid anyone think she didn't raise me right. Then again, it's all useless anyway, since no matter how much I clean... she will come and do it over again and innocently claim she didn't know I had JUST cleaned it. I love her.

Namaste bitches!


-D.