Fireworks, or a lack thereof.

I was hanging out with my friend Brian last night. I was hot, I was tired, and I was in a mood. He just e-mailed me a snippet of our conversation, what he deems the highlight of our 4th of July celebration.

Brian: You're making me uncomfortable right now.
Me: Well, 80% of the time you make everyone around you uncomfortable.
Brian: This is boring.
Me: You're boring.

I went to bed early and slept through my neighbors shooting off an excessive amount of bottle rockets. God bless America, right ladies?