Only in Boston Post #95,602

Last night in the middle of the night we had another one of those only in Boston moments. Perhaps what I am going to describe may happen elsewhere, but I'm not sure of another place where someone would do something so stupid and silly.

So, at 2:57 am (I distinctly remember seeing the time), I heard what sounded like transformers exploding or popping and our dark room becoming as bright as day in about 7 different colors in about 7 seconds. Yes, my friends, a fireworks show (and not just Roman candles mind you) on the neighboring roof (being shot off 50 feet from our bedroom window) in the middle of the night.

Now, this is not the first time in the last couple months (we have some newer neighbors in the area) that this has happened, but it is the first time that it has happened after say, 12 or 1 in the morning. And, this is the type of fireworks that you see on the Charles with the Boston Pops playing. They were huge and all different types, shapes, and colors... and went on for several minutes.

This morning Jeremy went to the car to go to work and there was ash all over the street and all the cars. Yes, it was that bad. Needless to say, it took me about a hour to go back to sleep after that because I was so awake by the end of the show. Only in Boston.