My birthday is on the 6th of July. Back when I was in my mid-20's, this meant fireworks would be involved in the party proceedings. One year, I scored around seven to eight hundred bottle rockets. We decided, my friends and I, after passing the pipe around a number of times, to have a bottle rocket battle. This all took place in the North Valley, in the 70's. Not too many neighbors then; a few were actually participants. Some of the revelers went to one side of the road with about half the rockets, and I think a candle for the ignition source. Then someone came up with the idea of twisted-up newspaper to light the rockets on our side. The games began; one person with the newspaper torches and the rest of us with various bottles and/or rockets - and let them rip. We found that when using rum and tequila bottles, it's best if they're completely empty, as fire is a sometime result. After about four hundred rockets, the cops showed up and told us to knock it off. After shelling their patrol car a few times, we stopped, promised to be good, and they left. We all went back to the house, talking about the fight, agreeing there was no clear winner. That should have been the end of it, but when a late arrival to the party showed up, he was pelted with a hundred-plus rockets. We fired off the remaining hundred and fifty or so at random. Surprisingly, the police did not make a second appearance. In the end we got down to the serious business of cake and ice cream and loud music. In retrospect, no fires and only minor wounds: The Mad Dogs and Englishmen effect.*
This time I do remember - a good time was had by all.
*Morwyn here. I think he meant the "Drunks and Fools" effect, but then that's probably the same thing.