That Wasn't A Very Christian Thing to Do

Happy Birthday to our lovely country!

I have always loved the Fourth of July but then, I'm a sucker for kitschy holidays anyway. Anything that gives me an excuse to buy stupid holiday themed things and wear funny hats. I love a reason to celebrate.

And the Fourth is always fun because of the fireworks, the barbeques, the picnics, the beer and the general patriotism.

We had a pretty low key day. Sat around for awhile and then grabbed something to eat. Our group is slowly dwindling and where we were once nine, we're now down to five. For the fireworks, we decided against fighting the traffic and the crowds. Seeing as how I live two minutes from Patriots Point, too far to walk but too close to drive and then sit in the exit traffic for a half an hour when we live RIGHT.THERE, we decided instead to walk down to the end of our street with a few folding chairs and watch them from there. They had blocked off part of the road anyway because of construction that's going on but the road ends at the water anyway and has gorgeous views of the bridge. Thankfully, tonight, those views also allowed for a nice fireworks watching spot. Of course, there were some assholes, as there always are in crowds. People who violated the road block and drove their pick up right into the center of the crowd and parked it there right in front of a couple who were sitting on the ground. And the people who decided to stand pretty much right in front of us and put their kid on their shoulders, virtually blocking our view. Thank god we didn't go to the Patriots Point, because I get irritated rather easily in large crowds of people like that since there are always one or two jerks who ruin it.

Regardless, the show was great, as always and we pretty much had a two minute walk back to the house. Couldn't ask for anything better.

The last of our houseguests leave tomorrow. That will be rather sad. It will be eerily quiet around here for a few days. That almost will be welcome. I love everyone to death but I think with us all being on top of each other in my tiny ass apartment for the past five days, we've all reached the end of our ropes. I will be horribly sad to see them go as I love the company. But I'm seriously going to do nothing for the next week but lay around in the peace and quiet and nap off the four day drinking fest we all just participated in.

That is, of course, after I clean up (the place is a wreck!) and fix the shit that broke (with nine people in a 1,000 square foot apartment drinking ridiculously for four days there's bound to be some collateral damage).

GOD BLESS AMERICA YA'LL!