fireworks sound like explosions

Yesterday, I am sorry to say, I did not leave the dorm. The weather didn't look great, and I chose instead to bum around and avoid studying and clean and mope. I probably would have gone outside if I had known what was happening...

Who knew that the Indians threw a giant party/street fair in the South Street Seaport each year!?!? (Dancers performing during the Deepavali Festival yesterday at the South Street Seaport. The festival is a celebration of the triumph of good over evil. The event, sponsored by the Association of Indians in America, featured music, dance, crafts, food and fireworks. - the NY Times) Not I, certainly. Had I known, I wouldn't have been afraid when I heard the fireworks go off later that night... For about 20 minutes, I sat in my room listening to what sounded like mini-explosions. It was actually quite frightening. I texted my friends in the building to see what was going on, and one of them invited me over to a dinner party she was having. So I went. And unlike my lovely view of the parking lot, THAT room has two walls of windows and looks out onto the seaport itself. So I learned that no, we were not under attack, but the Indians sure know how to put on an amazing firework display. Working at a baseball stadium, I've been subjected to many, many firework shows over the years. And this one was the best one by far, although the way the sound echoes through the buildings and makes everything shake is still a little unnerving.

So I'm pretty bummed I missed out, as everyone knows I love a good street fair, and I guess I'll just have to remember to keep an eye (or an ear) out for it next year.