fourth of july is a holiday dear to my heart.
maybe it's that epic film from my youth, when i was half as old but twice as wise, independence day, where we learned about how humanity really can pull together long enough to entrust jeff goldblum to bug a hyper-sophisticated extra-terrestrial super computer and save us all from annihilation.
it's more likely though that my genuine affection for this holiday derives from the amalgam of antics that have occurred on it for so many years running now.
last year i found myself in nashville, being showered by firework ash on the bank of the cumberland river and then at a bar across from the grand ole opry.
before that, i had been dragged into a spontaneous road trip to florida where i used 1 burger king cup for the entire trip (getting refills at burger kings all along the way) and hit golf balls into the ocean, been in washington d.c. sharing a hotel room with a group of 14 practically perfect strangers, and at age 12 meeting a girl who would subsequently become my pen pal for the following 12 years, only to get married off to another, more proximate man, but not before teaching me it's ok to be a fool for blondes.
yes, the 4th and i, we have a bond. an agreement per se. i say to the 4th, do me a solid, and break this year in half in style. the 4th says, sure thing, but be prepared to suffer from two good months of meaningful weekend postpartum.
so here i now sit, the next most exciting event to look forward is a trip to green bay in august. that's not a typo -- i really wrote green bay.
this year was no exception to the traditional rule for me, as i embarked on a great day with great friends -- first at krause springs:
then to see the austin natives back playing their 10 year anniversary show at stubbs, explosions in the sky.
it was another experience to add to my 4th list that seems to lack anything too ephemeral. and i can appreciate that.
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