So this evening, just after dark, the town had scheduled an outdoor concert/fireworks show at one of the local parks.
There is 2 inches of snow on the ground, it was 13 degrees outside and rapidly getting colder, with our next really cold storm expected tomorrow.
We went anyway, just like a bunch of other damned fools. It was fun.
Some forward-thinking soul had placed 6 big 55 gallon drums lit with roaring bonfires here and there in the audience area, so we all cheerfully stood warming our hands with our feet in freezing slush denying that we were cold in any way. There was a huge horse-drawn sleigh giving free rides and hot coffee, soup, cocoa and popcorn in abundance.
Husband went to the rest room, got back and nonchalantly reported, 'There was a dog in there, just watching me.' Presumably to make sure he washed his hands.
Several local kid's groups got up on the gazebo stage and sang Christmas carols, then after they were done there was a small electronic lightshow set to holiday music, done very nicely. After THAT, it was time to spirit the horse away, since horse + 20 person sleigh+ fireworks could equal loads of runaways, panicked screaming and lawsuits.
The fireworks were very nice and once you got into it and went with the smalltown groove of red/white/blue fireworks and country music-flavored Christmas songs, was fun.
Then suddenly in the midst of the medley of songs was a decidedly punk-themed barrage of only mildy holiday-themed music...it went on for a minute, then suddenly it was back to the country stuff. This went on for a minute, then it was BACK to the punk music. Then back to country. It was like a weird Battle of the Bands, holiday-style. We all started giggling, wondering of someone was hacking the music program...
Anyway, after the fireworks it was time to go, and no one had to tell people twice since it was damned cold. We returned home to hot soup, warm crunchy bread and a good fire to thaw ourselves out in front of.