Went to the Boston Pops. I figured there'd be too much traffic, too many children and too many dogs to take Roland TO it via the T, so we walked. It was a 2 hour adventure along SW Corridor. It tired him out (win!). Get there, find a place beneath a tree but quite close to the barge and Roland and I chillax for 5 hours. 10PM comes after several performances w/ thunder looming in the horizon. Security gets on PA and says "Attention, for your safety, we ask that you move to the closest tunnel. The thunder [pauses for three seconds] -contains- lightning. (<--- LOL) Fuck if I was going to move after being there for five hours! I had my raincoat anyway (couldn't find Roland's before I left). Actually, everyone who pitched areas stayed, but a mass exodus did occur. This enticed me to run to a better area. Anyway, the thirty minute delay was ridiculous, since it didn't rain, and when they returned the n00bles who left, it started to. But angry, angry crowd and they just lit off all the fireworks from the barge. BEST. FIREWORKS. SHOW. I'VE. EVER. SEEN. And my goodness, I felt like I was in a lot of the explosions. Roland's first hueeeg fireworks session and he barked but then got silent. I lifted him up since it was raining and he looked completely frightened staring at the fireworks. Wooh wooh, so much fun.
Something I've learned:
I've got a good ass looking dog, because guys kept coming up and starting conversation with about how awesome he - and his name - are. [= I pick mutts well, ay?
