7.05.2006

No Fireworks

I do not care for fireworks, nor do I care for the Fourth of July. Go figure. It's another of your human "holidays" that I hate. Big suprise.

Irrational loathing aside, in an act of forced attrition, I did celebrate this holiday. By drinking in public, that is.

Y'see, Nik, Mary, Matt, Kate and I journeyed down to my old apartment near the boulevard in Portland. To park. We then carried a lot of beer(s) to an apartment around a mile away. The sheer amount of times that I said "we're going to die" and claimed that we were lost would boggle your mind. I'm practically the funniest person in the world. I think that Matt wanted to kill me.

However, we did eventually arrive at Matt's friend's apartment. It was the hottest night that ever existed, so I tried to stay outside. Basically I ended up getting annoyed and drinking a good amount of the beer(s) on our massive tarp while listening to Matt's closed captions for the colorblind during the fireworks (RED! BLUE! GREEEEEEEN!). I believe they started shouting out shapes at some point, but I got drunk FAST. The rest of the night consisted of me attempting to make the world stop spinning by passing out on floors and blacking out otherwise.

That was probably the best fourth of July since before the liberation of this great nation.

What does the Fourth of July celebrate, anyway?

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