Well today is the goddamned Fourth of July and I’m not really quite sure what the plans are for my three-day weekend but they seem to be shaping up to be similar to last year, when my boyfriend and I celebrated our cat’s birthday, ate too much greasy food and iced creams, drank too many drinks, sat on some rooftops, tried to catch up on some reading, took the Metro-North to a suburban mall, and went out for at least one fancyish steak dinner and several oyster specials.
Here are some scenes from last year’s carnage. Honestly, if we make this a tradition, I certainly won’t complain.
