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First, everybody barbecues, and while I like the smell of barbecue just fine, my eyes can't handle it. (And I don't like the noise of everybody having a barbecue, all that talking and music, but it's really, really not cool to tell people to shut up at noon on a holiday.)
Second, Memorial Day means Fleet Week, and that means the streets are crowded up with sailors, and I'm not exactly a big fan of extra crowds.
Third, Memorial Day + Fleet Week = airshow, which means sooner or later I'm going to get scared shitless by some planes flying right over the house. Every year, same deal, planes come and I end up in the basement for ten minutes.
Fourth, Memorial Day is the last holiday before the 4th, and would you believe I'm not a huge fan of that either? Fireworks scare my cat.
Second, Memorial Day means Fleet Week, and that means the streets are crowded up with sailors, and I'm not exactly a big fan of extra crowds.
Third, Memorial Day + Fleet Week = airshow, which means sooner or later I'm going to get scared shitless by some planes flying right over the house. Every year, same deal, planes come and I end up in the basement for ten minutes.
Fourth, Memorial Day is the last holiday before the 4th, and would you believe I'm not a huge fan of that either? Fireworks scare my cat.
