Ang wasn’t lying when she said that every house in Hawaii purchases firecrackers and fireworks for the big night. By 5pm, we were under fire. Being that Domi and Ang’s place is situated in a pretty steep valley, the echo made it sound like entire houses were being blown up.
I called my friend Jac to wish her a happy NYE and I could barely make out what I was saying let alone her, so I was super rude and didn’t talk to anyone else who was at her place (sorry friends).
(Scored this dress off the "vintage" rack at Talize. You should go, or don't go, leave more for me)
Scotty and I put down $50 on some firecrackers at the Drug store. I didn’t think I would be that into lighting them off so I opted for sparklers and snappers (the ones you just have to throw to make them pop).
I like to fit in, so I did choose two bigger ones.
The animals on it made it look friendly, and if I'm gonna lose an arm, I'd like it to be blown off in a "friendly" way.
They all have the greatest names, but these two were my favourite out of the drug store selection.
Then Scotty came walking around the corner with this one and proved he was exponentially cooler than I.
What $50 worth of boom-boom looks like… enough to keep the party going for 3 mins.
Usually you would want to stay away from places where people are burning fires in garbage cans, or in their bbq’s. Normally a roaring garbage can fire spells d-a-n-g-e-r, but here it says, “happy new year neighbour.”
$3 t-shirt I scored at the ABC store (I really love those places!). I bought it as somewhat of a joke (still expecting Scotty to wear it), and then Domi's local buddies thought it was pretty cool- especially that it was only $3.
Is it New Years or a 4th of July party?
Our carriage. Until the torrential downpour. Luckily we weren't out of the driveway. I threw a towel over my head to protect the hair I actually styled for once (Ang's Filipino auntie was asking what was wrong with her hair today- we've grown rather accustomed to not using brushes- between the beach and the humidity, there's zero point). I nearly fell out of the back of the truck trying to scramble over the tail-gate in my long dress, in the dark with a towel completely blocking where I was going. I think I lost my "happy new years" crown when I ran into the side of the house before making it into the cab. Losing that crown really got to me: I had made a point to get the crown for me and the top hat for Scotty with dreams of having some really tacky portraits taken of us.My dream was left wet and bent in the driveway in Kalihi while we drove over to watch the cousins blow of their fireworks/crackers.
Downpour was still happening and so was the light show as we sped down the freeway with Scotty getting drenched in the back of the pickup. Don't worry, he loved every second of it.
When we pulled up, this is what we saw... and continued to breathe in for the next 3 hours.
The boys said "help yourself" and help myself I did. I may have blown up a 3rd of what was in here... I'm a bit of a pyro, who knew? Scotty liked to take shoe boxes of them and light them off in bunches. I preferred to lovingly light each one and hold it until it nearly blew up before throwing them into the air.
Just some of the firecrackers the cousins set off that night. They were also working on their big finale ones in the back of the garage.
Sounds like a lovely time.
I would get this one fore my oldest brother, who, used to insist on getting his hair cut like Spok (sp?) and would pridefully throw up the vulcan hand-gesture all the time. He was older than me, so I obviously thought Vulcan's were cool too.
Domi making a bomb.
Pridefully showing off his way-cooler-than-mine firecracker. They guys here are also as obsessed with "Jacob" as he is.
He also got major cool point by buying a box of these.
When we pulled up, this is what we saw... and continued to breathe in for the next 3 hours.
The boys said "help yourself" and help myself I did. I may have blown up a 3rd of what was in here... I'm a bit of a pyro, who knew? Scotty liked to take shoe boxes of them and light them off in bunches. I preferred to lovingly light each one and hold it until it nearly blew up before throwing them into the air.
Just some of the firecrackers the cousins set off that night. They were also working on their big finale ones in the back of the garage.
Sounds like a lovely time.
I would get this one fore my oldest brother, who, used to insist on getting his hair cut like Spok (sp?) and would pridefully throw up the vulcan hand-gesture all the time. He was older than me, so I obviously thought Vulcan's were cool too.
Domi making a bomb.
Pridefully showing off his way-cooler-than-mine firecracker. They guys here are also as obsessed with "Jacob" as he is.
He also got major cool point by buying a box of these.
Kemo's a local, he doesn't have to worry about bursting into flames. I swear I saw a 3 year old lighting fire-crackers...
if you're in your 30's and haven't lost an arm, you obviously know what you're doing
You light. They spin... and then you're left with.....
A beautiful little happy-lamp to commemorate the sparks and flames you got to enjoy.
Lighting off the get-together firecracker I picked out. What the heck am doing in this shot?... sending out my vibe obv.
Ang being a good mama and wearing a mask to avoid all the smoke... Domi being a good dad and making more bombs (baby will be born with four good limbs that he/she can later blow off with dad).
After a while you begin to get more comfortable around the explosions of flame. I got a little too cocky with one of my little firecrackers that it nearly popped in my hand. I actually let go of it right behind my bum... just when you start to feel good about yourself, you're back to sticking out like a tourist.
Apparently most people get a shot for their canine friends that help them sleep through all the mania. Dinner didn't get the shot.
Domi's mom=awesome.
Running towards an explosion is always a good idea. It's that same thinking that is the reason why most shark attacks that occur in Hawaii happen to Canadians... because we don't have a clue what's going on.
A beautiful little happy-lamp to commemorate the sparks and flames you got to enjoy.
Lighting off the get-together firecracker I picked out. What the heck am doing in this shot?... sending out my vibe obv.
Ang being a good mama and wearing a mask to avoid all the smoke... Domi being a good dad and making more bombs (baby will be born with four good limbs that he/she can later blow off with dad).
An arty shot for the hipsters
I brought the music. It's the least I could do for blowing off so many of those tiny firecrackers.
Lining up the explosives for the big count down... look at all the debris on the ground (don't worry, everybody sweeps up the next morning, they're not a bunch of animals here).
After a while you begin to get more comfortable around the explosions of flame. I got a little too cocky with one of my little firecrackers that it nearly popped in my hand. I actually let go of it right behind my bum... just when you start to feel good about yourself, you're back to sticking out like a tourist.
Apparently most people get a shot for their canine friends that help them sleep through all the mania. Dinner didn't get the shot.
Domi's mom=awesome.
Running towards an explosion is always a good idea. It's that same thinking that is the reason why most shark attacks that occur in Hawaii happen to Canadians... because we don't have a clue what's going on.
Nice try nerds. Just hold a mirror up to your computer screen folks. We're so smrt that we did about 8 shots and used about 12 sparklers writing it backwards.
Only 4 sparklers left, better make it work.
Not good at all. I'm glad there were four of us and not one of us figured out we were doing it wrong until we wasted all our sparklers.
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