In Manhattan Beach we have them in December….kind of like people who have birthdays at Christmas, but celebrate in the summer.
There are enough tourists around here in July and fireworks are far more novel to have them now, and how nice when the weather is brisk and the sun sets early.
It’s a local tradition for people near the beach to have fireworks-watching parties. No need to worry about entertainment with fireworks on offer.
The nicest part of this is how sweet and old-timey it is. Everyone walks down to the beach—12,228 steps credited on my Fitbit—and there are kids everywhere, lots of them with little lighted twirlygigs. There are lounge chairs all over the beach, sailboats with lights out in the water.
This year Manhattan Beach turns 100 and so there were two fireworks displays. One at 7 and the second at 8:30. Wowza…. The second was sponsored by Sketchers. We kept expecting a shoe to show up in the sky. No, but we were happy enough with hearts and smiley faces and waterfalls of lights.
I was lucky enough to be invited to two parties—Thank you Margaret! Thank you Rocky!—that were conveniently two doors apart, so perhaps for the very first time in my life I was a party hopper.
Never too late to add to the skill set.