Monday, July 12, 2010

To Start in the Middle of it All, and Eventually Move Out on Either Side

We celebrated the 4th with a rooftop party (hi-5, Shiloh), where the sunset was the most spectacular firework we saw.

The 4th, in summation:

+we go 5 pies deep
+watermelon--amazing, and totally hogged by children
+Name That Founding Father game. the prize? patriotic temporary tattoos
+I con Melissa Fife (opera singer) into a verse of My Country 'Tis of Thee--outcome: our party's cool quotient is elevated from awesome to bitchin'
+Mabel and the water pistol (pictured below)
+my bother, sister, and dear cousin are all present
+despite my grumbled pronouncement that I will never throw another party, the "get together" goes off sans hitch
+we forget trash bags and spend the night rotating grocery bags
+Tyson orchestrates a snowcone project. the ability to make our own snowcones? this is real freedom.
+I open and start a coke, then lose track of it, and open another. I do this at least 4 times
+we spend a good amount of time feeling legitimately glad to be Americans


*pictures shamelessly stolen from my pal Natalie

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