I have a little tradition that I have been honoring for the better part of the last decade. I like to have a good cigar while I watch the fireworks show. It's a nostalgic throw back to being a kid and watching my dad have one while we played with sparklers and firecrackers, back in Illinois. He would use the lit end of the cigar to light the fuses of all the stuff for us. Good times. As a result I try to indulge in one every year on this day.
This year mother nature was having none of that.
Lenka and I hiked up North Mountain to get a better vantage point to watch fireworks. It was her idea, and a great one too. We were able to see five different fireworks shows from all over the valley at once. It was pretty cool, and good exercise.
Unfortunately, it was a VERY windy night down at the street level, and at the higher altitude it was even worse. Not planning for this, I had only the box of matches you get free when you buy a cigar, and not my Zippo. I went through the entire box in various different contorted positions (attempting to shield from the wind) to light that bastard. In the end, I had to wait til after the fireworks when we hiked back down. A lighter did the trick first try, even in the wind.
Despite not having my stogie while watching the light show, it was still nice to share it with the most lovely woman I know. She even had a few puffs. Her first. I will admit that starting her on a Romeo y Julieta was probably not the best way to get her to like cigars, but she is willing to try again with something milder. Should be fun.
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