*ALL I want is for some mechanism to tell me that this is the most overused Independence Day post title. Both because, you know, the actual fireworks that traditionally take place across the country. But also because, America - you little firework of a
personality country who dared to dare.
And none of it can happen without any pictures to prove that red, white, and blue literally exploded in the sky for a full twenty minutes, amirite?
I had a pretty lowkey Fourth of July. Lowkey, as in, my roommates and I trying to finagle our ways up the rickety iron staircase to the rooftop with beers in hand. Lowkey, as in feeling giddy that jackets were required. Light jackets, but jackets nevertheless. A welcome reprieve after a stint in ... hell. Lowkey, as in a loud and proud Empire State Building sparkling its patriotic best, and a pretty Chrysler Building shining in the distance. (Both actually are a lot closer than these pictures make them seem. It was a breathtaking view.) Lowkey, as in watching crowd after crowd of people traipsing towards the Brooklyn Bridge Macy's fireworks on foot while we could enjoy them simply by craning our necks a little. Lowkey, as in getting severe fireworks ADD because people were shooting them off left, right, and center. Lowkey, just the way I like it.