The long weekend is over. I am bruised (worth it), tan (probably not), bitten (itchy), and back to the vacation-work grind. This 4th was one of the best I'd had, greatly enhanced by being at a real home, with a real mom, and real friends*. We'd planned on Taboo and frisbee, maybe even Bananagram if time allowed, but alas, ambition is not always honorable, and we ended up just lounging by the pool and eating. I could have settled for much less.
*Perhaps more real to Amy than to me. But they're good people.
*Perhaps more real to Amy than to me. But they're good people.
This is Greg. Amy invited us over his house. Greg did not. Greg is the exact kind of friend you want to have on the 4th-- a vegan who'd offer you a grilled sausage, a pool to swim in, a beach to view fireworks from, and home videos of penguins. Too bad Greg is moving in 2 weeks.
This is Dennis. He took us out on his boat.
We went against the crowd and toward the islands.
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