Last night at around 2am someone lit off fireworks downtown. 2am is when the bars close, so this is not entirely surprising. But it scared me half to death. Fiancé is in Vegas this weekend with his best friend so I'm home alone. But it wasn't being home alone that put me so on edge. It was that I could hear the explosion, and feel it, but I didn't know what it was. It's the post 9-11 response - textbook overreaction and fear coupled with the assumption that whatever was happening constituted an immediate threat to my personal safety.
It really is different now. The unexpected used to be fun.
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