Fireworks

Last night as I was about to calmly watch reruns of Sex and the City, my city exploded.

In the three years that I've lived here in my little high-rise, I've never seen or heard such a sight. There was a barge right below me on the Chicago River with fireworks going off from it. Right in the middle of downtown.

I have no idea what the occasion was. Perhaps the city officials just decided that "Tuesday" was enough to celebrate. Here's the view from my balcony.