2nd-year-in-a-row must mean we’re developing a tradition…. Independence Day up and out early and over to devcubber‘s parent’s in Webster….

This year they went down to the parade while I stayed behind with Elise’s dad and shot the schmidt about B24-Js, blizzard licked train trips from SLC and other random stuff… I soaked up the patriarchal attention like sponge.

BBQ and cocktails pool-side until the afternoon when we split up to head home to disco-nap and continue the festivities at Elise’s house that night.

It was raining so the big fireworks display that normally happens overhead from neighboring Afton Athletic club was canceled.

We wound up shooting fireworks from the garage.

That said – I’d like to just comment:

Fireworks + Men (*regardless of age) = Recipe for disaster.

Granted – I’ve been a nervous nancy my entire life… But still… chicken.