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A Mob in Darkness
07.05.04 (10:20 am)   [edit]
Lastnight, I attended my first 4th of July fireworks show in 2 years. Last time I did that I was in McAllen visiting my bro and the display was less than awe-inspiring. This time I went down to Zilker Park with Missi Jackson and a friend of hers after an all-girl BBQ in a stranger's home. We set up our camping chairs on the green grass, sat back, drank water and waited an hour and a half for about 30+ minutes of cannons and fireworks with a symphony playing 'Stars and Stripes' in the background. It was beautiful and so loud that my heart rattled in my chest whenever the cannon went off.

As the fireworks seemed to be winding down, we packed up our gear in the hopes of beating the crowd. We had parked downtown and taken the special events shuttle to the park. So we headed for the shuttle pick up area. Apparently, everybody else had the same idea about leaving early. As we headed towards the long path that would lead us to the bridge where we entered, we found ourselves merging with a sea of people. There had been a large steady stream of folks when we arrived at the park during daylight and even then my claustrophobia had me in gooseflesh. Now, it was night, and we were walking down a stony uneven path in a poorly lit park surrounded by sweaty people. I could just see well enough to keep an eye on my friends in front of me. The fact that I was carrying a camping chair seemed to hinder my progress forward. As we got closer to the bridge, people started packing together closely. I hit half a dozen people with my chair. I must have apologized 20 times to them each. They either said not to worry about it or completely ignored my sincere apology.

After hitting one gentleman in the chest with the chair and apologizing 3 times, I whipped around and noticed that my friends were now way ahead of me. "When did that happen?" I thought. As they moved further and further away it was harder to make them out. Soon there were 4 rows of people between us. I could see them looking back at me with a bit of concern. I couldn;t simply force my way through to them. I'd seem like such a jerk, especially with the concussion-inducing camping chair. I looked ahead again. They were 5 rows ahead. A bit of fear began to come over me.

To be continued....
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