Oh, 4th of July...
Why must you be either rainy or oppressively hot?
I would like to put in a formal request for next year to be a nice mid-70s with partial cloud cover so that the gleam from the marching band tuba section doesn't hurt my eyes.
We went to Coney Island for the hot air balloons and fireworks the night before.
First off, Coney Island is a poorly executed situation. That's all I will say.
Secondly, don't even get me started on the hot air balloons that never had lift off.
They are supposed to go up. That is their purpose. Don't deny them their life purpose.
Yeah, we are sitting next to a giganto dumpster.
We sat by that there dumpster for the entire evening, until we realized the balloons
would never take flight. Then we promptly high-tailed it towards the parking lot, where it is best to watch fireworks when you are already too annoyed and sweaty to be invested.
Emmy's face best describes this outing.
They were most excited about their carnival game winnings.
"Ducky and Memo"
The next morning we contemplated (provided endless alternative dry options) whether we should put our slickers on and walk up to the parade.
Ultimately, Emmy's need to collect soggy candy convinced us all to man up and head out.
It was a sad little scene in town with only a sprinkling of parade watchers who fell into
one of 2 camps:
Those who are really jazzed about Independence Day and tend to decorate their houses and their persons in an array of red white and blue bedazzlement.
Those of us whose desire to stay dry had been squashed by the manipulative pleas of our
candy-seeking little people.
(At one point we offered to walk around the living room throwing candy at them instead)
No candy yet???!!!
Since it was still raining and we couldn't cook out,
we left our table full of street water candy to dry and
ended our morning with a trip to Abuelo's for lunch,
cause nothing says Americana like a big ole Margarita and a bowl of queso.