We go to Fisherman's Wharf where the houseboats are. We eat fries, and then we watch the fireworks explode over the water. The four of us have done this for the past five years so I suppose you could consider that our family tradition.
I didn't bother to try to shoot the fireworks because I do every year and am always disappointed, both in the photos and in the fact that I spent the entire time trying to get a good shot instead of just enjoying the show. This year I held Ryan's hand inside his jacket pocket instead.