Before it gets too long past July 4 I should note that I actually made an effort to see the San Francisco fireworks this year, remarkable only because I don't really celebrate Independence Day and any pyrotechnics I happen to witness are usually the illegal ones going on very close to my neighborhood in south Berkeley. But for whatever reason I felt up to making the journey to the city Saturday night, so I booked a table at Waterbar and wrassled Laura into being my date. We had dinner at the bar with an amazing view of the Bay Bridge all lit up, but once the fireworks started we were at an angle that only allowed us to see bursts of colored fog. So we quickly wrapped up our meal and ran outside to the waterfront where we ooohed and aaahed with the rest of the gathered throng. And honestly it wasn't too crowded there right under the bridge either, with a nice view of the Ferry Building clock tower too. Maybe I'll do it again next year.