Last night, we went and checked out the fireworks. It was show with a Godzilla theme...whatever that means. I don't know the story of Godzilla, and the music wasn't overly dramatic which made the show a bit boring for me.

But what ruined the show for me was a group of women sitting next to me, especially the one rightnexttome. They showed up late with their coffees and stinky cheap perfume and sat down. The last one to arrive almost sat on top of me when sitting down. Her jacket kept touching me. She was sitting close enough to be a friend. If we both sat with our legs crossed, our thighs would have been on top of each other.

So there was music to go with the show, but I could no longer hear it because this woman talked through the WHOLE show. ``Wow, look at that! Wow! That is beautiful! Wow! Wow! Wow! That is sooooo big! Wow, those are two circles!`` I mean seriously, woman...the fireworks are in the sky and everyone can see them...we don`t need the play-by-play. She had a comment after every single blast...no exaggeration.

And then she lit up her cigarette when the show was two thirds over...She wasn`t really smoking it and just kept it lit and stinking up the area. And the breeze was blowing her cigarette smoke towards me. UGH!

Thanks for ruining my experience, bitch!