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Friday, July 04, 2008

Three cheers for the red, white, and blue

We had quite the lovely 4th despite a rather dubious start to the afternoon. Everyone had the idea that hanging out with friends would be a better evening than eating Mom's brisket and seeing the fireworks. Fortunately Mom (that would be me) has the final say, so we piled into the car with the chairs, blankets, food, and various entertainment sources and headed off to the park. Arriving early, we got a prime spot as usual, and sat down to eat and listen to the band.


We watched the crowd grow.


Vendors were selling lots of stuff nobody needs. Those light up necklaces were surpassed this year with light up pacifiers (OMG, WHY???), light sabers, and twinkly bunny ears. I liked the bunny ears best.


People started dancing.


The music is always great, and this year we had a Motown Medley that got me singing along, much to the mortification of my children. They would prefer that I were invisable and silent. They are no fun at all.


Many people stood in line for food. The big favorites were the Italian Sausages and French Fries, with the Fried Dough a distant second.


As the night progressed, there was more dancing and more schmoozing. We ran into the Girls best friend.


We talked the the Mayor, who was chatting up the crowd and trying to put on a positive face. He's not well loved in our little city. Doesn't he look like Mr Bean?


We sang a bunch of patriotic songs.


The Girl ate cupcakes with blue frosting. Since she licks food rather than bite it, she had a bit of a blue tongue and blue teeth. It was VERY attractive.


The Boy sat patiently and hardly ate anything. We don't know why, but I'm sure he'll make up for it later tonight. He usually does.


As it was getting darker, more and more people came. Some of them were very well prepared. She had a blanket, her stuffies, her pillow, and her daddy to snuggle. So cute.


We ran into more people and then we saw the highlight of our evening. Here he is, Insane Dad and his daughter. The Girl went wild when she saw them. She had to call everyone she knew to tell them the news. She's such a gossip. Can't imagine where it comes from!


I couldn't believe they were right by us and didn't see us. Perhaps that was because the Girl was hiding behind the Cheeze-It's box. She's nothing if not subtile.


Finally it was dark enough for the fireworks.

Kaboom!


Boom.


Bam.


The Girl went home with her friends and the Boy went over to his friend's house. They left me the dishes, the carting in of the crap from the car, and alone. Some things are just too good to be true!

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3 Comments:

Blogger Shamelessly Sassy said...

lovely photos! :)

4/7/08 11:50 PM  
Blogger Rhea said...

The last few years I've been going to the fireworks in 'your town'. This year I didn't. Maybe one day we'll meet...

5/7/08 10:12 AM  
Blogger Daisy said...

Love the post! Mr. Bean, indeed. And Insane Dad didn't recognize you or realize your family was right there? Good luck on your end, I'd say! Glad you had fun. I like the glo-bunny ears!

5/7/08 2:18 PM  

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