i will be going to the beach with my GF. its become a tradition. we always go to the same spot and almost die every time. seriously every year we say we will not do it again, but when summer time rolls around we want to go back. the spot is a private beach for owners (renters) of nearby cabins, every year all the men on the block spend 100 bucks or so ( not really sure) on fireworks and light them off down by the water. i assume they enjoy cases of beers while they set them up seeing that after 3 consecutive years we havent been able to watch the entire thing without ****ting ourselves.
the first year was the best.. me and the gf were sitting on the sand, she was in between my legs. the show started getting a little scary seeming, luckily this gave me time to put my guard up. as we sat there watching, a fire work shot off heading straight at my girlfriends head, unexploded mind you.. i quickly covered her head and rolled over putting her body under mine. the rocket shot over us and detonated about 20 feet behind us. me and the gf were together only 4 months at that point... major ****ing brownie points. all because of my ninja like reflexes
