I have red Mardi Gras beads hanging from the rearview mirror in my car now because I stole them from my friend Drew. Drew, along with about 12 other people, made my night absolutely fantastic. That sounds way dirtier than I expected... get your mind out of the gutter!!
What I mean is that I hung out with a very large group of people during the festivities on this most auspicious of nights. Ah, America, any excuse to party and blow shit up, right? Oh wait, I think there's some sort of historical significance to this holiday huh...
My night began with a hearty helping of various meats smothered in barbecue sauce. Mmmm. Also flat soda and walnut brownies. Double mmmm. There was a jazz festival thing in the swanky, artistic neighborhood in town. My friends and I all met up and feasted picnic-style on this grassy knoll thing. We messed around and played on the hammocks and stuff, good fun.
Then, it was time to witness the traditional blowing up of various brightly colored explosives: FIREWORKS BITCH! My shitty Hicktown usually has a lame show only lasting about 15 minutes total and with kind of anti-climactic pyrotechnics, however, this year, the show was over half an hour and I nearly went blind during the grand finale. It was fantastic. I looooove fireworks :)
We all got ridiculously tweaked out on energy drinks. I, of course, drank Monsters. I have a love/hate relationship with Monster energy drink. I love them immediately, but I hate getting jittery and nauseas hours later. But, luckily, I was distracted so the tweaky-feeling didn't hit me too hard.
One of the people in our giant group of loud teenagers owned a gymnastics gym, so we watched the show from the parking lot, which was chill, but after it was over, my friend convinced her mother to let us mess around in the gym for a while. We spent like an hour jumping around on the trampolines and into the foam pits. Three of the girls in the group were on my school's gymnastics team, so they all enjoyed showing off their mad skillz at handsprings and flips and stuff.
The best part of the night was when my friend hooked up a sound-system so that we could play music. This prompted one guy in the group (who happens to flamboyantly gay) to start showing off his uncanny ability to shake his ass like Shakira. It was scary. A bunch of the group joined in and we had a mini-dance party. He and I bonded a lot because we were basically the only two who knew how to dance reeeeeally well (I'm tootin' my own horn here, but seriously, I have skillage in the dance department). So fun!!
When everyone got tired, we all went to this kid's house and watched The Excorcist. Holy shit. That movie is hella screwed up, and the little girl in it is straight-up terrifying!!
After a night of barbecue, fireworks, energy drinks, dancing, and horror movies, I can safely say that this has been one of the best 4ths ever.
One guy in our group kept screaming out "AMERICA!" during the fireworks show, and then periodically throughout the night. It was funniest when we were watching the movie, and little girl was having one of her episodes, and he just yelled it out right as she screamed "Fuck me!". His timing was great!
How was your 4th?
Julia
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