I spent this 4th of July in Hoboken watching the Macy's fireworks from my boyfriend's friend's parent's apartment. We had a perfect view of the barge near 23rd Street and the fireworks were super close to us. The day was slightly traumatic with literal swarms of drunk people, closed off streets and transportation, 90+ degree heat, and of course, my beloved phobia of really loud things. Hoboken is kind of crazy though, until you get onto the higher up streets away from all the raging bros. One time I was waiting by the Path train literally only for 3 minutes and I saw 2 people throw up and one person get arrested during that short time frame. So of course when I got to Hoboken there were no cabs or buses to where I needed to go. I had a meltdown in a nearby McDonald's when my boyfriend literally came to the rescue before I almost threatened the lives of some teenage boys who spilled a frappuccino on our seats and didn't clean it up. We eventually made it to his friend's balcony (after I practiced some serious self-care with a hamburger, fries, and a huge serving of Coldstone's Birthday Cake Remix). Once the fireworks started I must have looked really interesting with one hand over my ear, one shoulder jammed into the other, and my free hand snapping pictures with my iPhone while balancing a cup of sangria. As much as I hate having a heart attack every time a firework goes off, I do admit that these were especially pretty albeit loud as hell.
