You And I Were Fire, Fire, Fireworks
American Independence Day, the day the United States separated from Great Britain in the 18th century. Good times, rebellion and stuff. Well, I didn’t even get out of bed until almost 11:00am, so that was a productive start to the day. It’s ok though, because the fireworks aren’t until 10:00pm. Haha, who am I kidding, I could stay up all night on one hour of sleep. We lazed around our campground until half an hour before we had to leave for the Kansas City Riverfest, at which point we all started rushing and freaking out, because we had absolutely nothing ready to go. We’re smooth like that. We managed to get our acts together in the allotted time and we put our butts in the truck for the drive into the city of Kansas. It went pretty well, considering the fact that the Fourth of July is kind of a big deal, but we didn’t even have to wait in line for parking for very long. Then, after we parked, we all grabbed our chairs and other such items so as to be comfortable after I chugged my water, because we weren’t aloud to bring any outside food or drink in, and set out for the fest. In the rather small grounds, there was a choice between two stages, featuring different acts. I chose the bigger, central, stage because it seemed to have some better selections and it also said that that was the area to see the fireworks from. There was a DJ on for the first little while, so we went about exploring and searching for some food. They had a variety of extremely expensive food trucks parked on site for the enjoyment of the clients, and it was almost required to buy some crap unless you wanted to spend the night dying of thirst and hunger. I chose a chicken parmesan sandwich, some mozza sticks and a limeade. We sat down by the smaller stage, sponsored by some radio station or another, but it wasn’t much for entertainment, because the music from the other stage filtered back to us and the combination of two bands at once wasn’t exactly a symphony. After mum and I finished, we headed back to our seats to listen to the bands and use the wonderful outhouses they provided. Delicious. The majority of the bands were quite good, and there was the most adorable old couple dancing to most of the songs. They were both dressed up like the American flag and had decided to go out and celebrate. They got lots of cheers from the crowd. The first band was Revelation: A Tribute to Journey and the lead singer looked like he should be covered in tattoos and riding a Harley but no he was singing in a magnificent impersonation of Steve Perry. It was mildly weird. I really quite liked the second band. They’re called Run With It and they had some good music. They also did some good covers, especially the one of Shut Up And Dance by Walk the Moon, however overplayed that song is on the radio. The next one, the Patrick Lentz Band, was my least favourite, mainly because they covered too many annoying pop songs, but they did quite a good mashup of some better songs at the beginning of their performance. The DJ came back on for a while while the next and final band, the Zeroes, set up. They are, in fact, a band that only sings eighties music. That was fantastic. They were the last band before the fireworks, which turned out to be a very majestic display of exploding lights to patriotic american music. Of course, there was a fantabulous grand finally that was accompanied by many loud booms from the sky. Quite a few people filtered out after that, but the Zeroes came back on so we decided to stay whilst the parking lot emptied out. And they played Jessie’s Girl, Don’t You Forget About Me and Take On Me, so it was worth it. We left as they started Video Killed the Radio Star and began our long drive in the dark back home. Kizzy greeted us in a terrified way, convinced as she is that something is out to get her when the bangs start to happen in the sky. It was a good day. Happy Fourth of July! Peace out m8s.
