I love the smell of napalm on New Year's Eve
It has become a New Year's Eve tradition for us to have a super-informal, BYO everything get-together amongst a small group of friends. We play Apples to Apples (and I kick ass, hands down. well, at least this year) and eat a lot of sugar. Last time we toasted chicken legs, this time it was pork.
But the best part is the Christmas tree burning. Anyone who wants to bring their tree does, and we burn them in the back yard. Yes, in the middle of the City. Everyone else shoots guns, and this doesn't involve stray bullets...
Dry pine + gasoline = AWESOMENESS.
After burning our trees, Sam and Tom trolled the alleys looking for more. And found more. Next year we're buying every tree on clearance just to have more fire.
Y'all are a bunch of pyros. It reminds me of when I was in high school and my buddies and I experimented with making molotov cocktails. We quit after the day that one of us filled one of those gallon cider jugs (glass) with gas, stuffed a soaked rag in it, lit it and dropped it down a 6-ft deep storm sewer in the back yard. The flames went about 20 ft in the air out of the concrete hole. It was cool, but just scary enough that we decided we'd had enough. Interestingly, the mastermind of that incident went on to become a fire control officer in the Navy and is credited with saving his ship (USS Stark) some years later...
Oh, PS -- love the title of the post... I can almost hear Robert Duvall...
Hey, you knew me as a kid. Does pyro-ness surprise you? What thrills do I have left!?
Maybe I'll just go make a gallon jug molotov cocktail then...