Red, White & Blah
I’ve been feeling kind of blah lately. Perhaps it’s the intense wanting of a baby (and the subsequent lack of conceiving one) that has caused me to become a bit melancholy. Or, perhaps it’s the fact that I really don’t like all this red white and blue crap that occurs on the 4th. I’ve never had that sense of patriotism that drives a person to hang an American flag outside their house on the 4th (or on other flag displaying days). I do think that fireworks are pretty and thus I feel the 4th isn’t all that bad.
It’s getting close to 9:00pm here and if I were still living in Fresno, the whole neighborhood would be sitting on their driveways, BBQ’n, drinking, and lighting off bottle rockets or those little annoying whistling fireworks. Also along the same vein, if I were still living in Oceanside our neighbors would have our culdesac blocked off, and they would have the big massive grill out and be grilling who knows what – I think one year they had shark (but it turned out to be chicken).
Alas dear readers, I am in the peace and quite of the central coast. My neighborhood is filled with mostly 60+ year olds and I think most of them are probably in bed sleeping by now. That doesn’t mean that the beaches and piers are not going to be filled with people setting off fireworks. Pismo Beach is supposed to be the “craziest” 4th of July “party” spot. The paper even said their pier would have a clown – wow, now that’s some happening party.
Whoa, just heard a fire work go off. Damn those crazy retirees.
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