Too bad Sebouh wasn't there.
The fireworks were nice but they moved them down the river a bit this year, so they seemed somehow smaller. Or maybe I'm just used to them. Or maybe I'm just bigger.
Making up for lost time and missed opportunities, one adventure at a time.
July 05, 2008
Photo Essay: Rainy Fireworks
It was another rainy Fourth of July in Greenpoint, only this year we were on Sebouh's roof without Sebouh. Somehow we got him to offer up his keys while he would be in Cape Cod for a wedding, so not only could we partake of the best view in New York, but also make home base out of his lovely apartment, sip wine, and grill up some meat.
Too bad Sebouh wasn't there.
The fireworks were nice but they moved them down the river a bit this year, so they seemed somehow smaller. Or maybe I'm just used to them. Or maybe I'm just bigger.
Too bad Sebouh wasn't there.
The fireworks were nice but they moved them down the river a bit this year, so they seemed somehow smaller. Or maybe I'm just used to them. Or maybe I'm just bigger.
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