Justin and I drove up to Park City to see the firework show up there. By putting down a couple blankets, we reserved a great spot on some nice, green grass a couple hours before the show was to start. After a dinner with the slowest service ever, we found the spot again and settled down for the show. The fireworks were big, loud, and colorful, exactly as they should be, but nothing memorably out of the ordinary for a fireworks show. Unfortunately, though, a large light was several yards in front of us, but we just blocked it out by laying back and holding a blanket up a ways to limit our range of vision.
As I contentedly snuggled up to Justin's shoulder, screams suddenly broke the normal chatter of the people surrounding us. In a panic I started to sit up, thinking that somehow, some sparks had fallen and ignited a blanket in front of us. I saw the group of people in front of us were grabbing their blankets, and in that split second I was watching, a heavy spray of water splashed against my face.
Sprinklers.
Sprinklers had turned on, apparently on their normal nighttime schedule.
Now the Park City fireworks show will be memorable for me.
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