December 30, 2003

big day tomorrow

I actually have to get off my lazy ass and be somewhere tomorrow. I have to drive all the way out to Skidaway Island (That's about 40 miles, one-way) to confirm my travel reservations to Jamaica. From there, I intend to take the scenic route back home, through downtown Savannah, with a slight detour over the bridge into South Carolina. I'm going to buy a bag of fireworks.

I have a cop who lives three houses down from me. Fireworks are illegal in Georgia, but he let me get away with setting off a bunch on the 4th of July, so when I saw him in his yard today, I asked if he was gonna bust me if I set some more off on New Year's Eve.

"Just don't show your ass and keep everything under control," he said. "I'll be hauling drunks to jail tomorrow night."

I took that statement as tacit permission to let fly some voo-doo balls and firecrackers, as long as I didn't get drunk and show my ass while doing it. I'll be careful to keep my ass covered and I'll quit lighting fuses if the law hassles me. But I don't believe that they will.

The neighborhood kids will love it.