Family of Four:: Moses came to our party

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Moses came to our party

Since we are both nurses, and most of our friends are nurses, we usually have to work the fourth of July. So, we celebrate our nation's Independence on July fifth. On Saturday, we held our 6th annual 5th of July party. This year we had just shy of 30 people at our house for booze, burgers and bombs (aka fireworks).

The parties always start off mellow enough, but somehow each year has a momentous occasion that will describe that party for years. For instance, we have "the year the cops came", "the year Dave saw a T-Bone accident on the way home" "the year people made out in our kitchen. This year will be known for two things... "the year the bush caught on fire" and "the year Scott's chest ricocheted a firework that caused a bush to catch on fire."

Let's back up just a little bit. Oregon and Washington have different ideas of what legal fireworks should look like. In Oregon, you can't have any flying/shooting balls. In Washington, you can light the sky afire. Luckily (or maybe unluckily) we live close to Washington, so it's easy to get illegal fireworks. I think that since we live in Washington County, Lucas likes to think they are legal at our house. I will just assume that if we kept with the legal ones, the following story would not have happened.

Anyhow, after much drinking, four boys started setting off the fireworks. The sky was glowing, the sparks of light sparkling. Scott was just minding his own business, enjoying the show, when he was hit in the chest with a misfire. That same misfire veered off and landed in a bush, that then caught fire. Thank goodness for a hose, and quick thinking by Dave and Tony, the bush fire was quickly doused. (No talking bushes here)
Scott came inside, where we found some frozen edamame for his chest. We assumed we were looking at a burn on the right side of his chest... but with closer inspection, we realized his shirt was NOT burned. From what we all can come up with here's what happened: A firework that hadn't caught fire yet, hit Scott so hard that it friction rubbed SO HARD it created fire which then shot into the bush. Scott will now be known as "Captain Ricochet" or "Captain Friction" I haven't decided which I like more. ( I have a picture of Scott's battle wound, but he said he would sue if I posted it... while I am quite sure that he wouldn't REALLY sue me, it is a picture of his nipple, so I thought I should be nice and just NOT post it)

After the fire, the firework display quickly ended. Overall, good party... with another good story (only because no one was hurt too badly, and our house (and our neighbors homes) are still standing).

Quotes of the night:
"Tequila's funny"
"I'm from the geographical center of Alberta"
"The bush is on fire"