another 4th of July, come and gone
First of all, I'd like to give a big "You're fabulous!" to all of my good friends who have told me lately that if they were guys they'd date me, or something like it. I like having people around who appreciate me!
It was a good weekend. Had a gulas cookout at the Hahn Ranch, which was attended by friends near and far (mostly far, because even the people who used to live in Philly don't live there anymore). Everybody said it was really good, so either they were lying or it really was. Let's hope it was the second option. Other highlights:
-Lara brought a new humungous "Husky Hitter" plastic bat. It broke within probably 15 minutes of serious play. Serious...heh.
-Emily brought her new boyfriend, who probably had the worst time in the world, because he was allergic to our two dogs and cat, and also bore the brunt of our "1800's House," meaning that he ran out of water halfway through his shower.
-The Bro and I tried to teach everyone our new card game, "Stagecoach Robber." It didn't go over as well as it had at the Irish Pub on Thursday night.
Also went to the parade in Philly...another stellar one. As Jacob said, "Every year I come back, it gets more bizarre than the last one." There were a few floats that just left us going, "What the hell was that?" The Girl Scouts walked by, and in between figuring out which flags were from the troops I used to be in, I waved my hard lemonade at them (because drinking has become a prerequisite to watching the parade) and said, "I used to be in troop 249! Look what you can become, little girls!" I feel like such a hypocrite (or maybe it should be "I feel so old and like such a boozehound) when I see things like the Girl Scouts, high school band, girls' softball, etc. and I applaud with a drink in my hand.
Quote of the day: "M&M's melt in your mouth...and in parades."
It was a good weekend. Had a gulas cookout at the Hahn Ranch, which was attended by friends near and far (mostly far, because even the people who used to live in Philly don't live there anymore). Everybody said it was really good, so either they were lying or it really was. Let's hope it was the second option. Other highlights:
-Lara brought a new humungous "Husky Hitter" plastic bat. It broke within probably 15 minutes of serious play. Serious...heh.
-Emily brought her new boyfriend, who probably had the worst time in the world, because he was allergic to our two dogs and cat, and also bore the brunt of our "1800's House," meaning that he ran out of water halfway through his shower.
-The Bro and I tried to teach everyone our new card game, "Stagecoach Robber." It didn't go over as well as it had at the Irish Pub on Thursday night.
Also went to the parade in Philly...another stellar one. As Jacob said, "Every year I come back, it gets more bizarre than the last one." There were a few floats that just left us going, "What the hell was that?" The Girl Scouts walked by, and in between figuring out which flags were from the troops I used to be in, I waved my hard lemonade at them (because drinking has become a prerequisite to watching the parade) and said, "I used to be in troop 249! Look what you can become, little girls!" I feel like such a hypocrite (or maybe it should be "I feel so old and like such a boozehound) when I see things like the Girl Scouts, high school band, girls' softball, etc. and I applaud with a drink in my hand.
Quote of the day: "M&M's melt in your mouth...and in parades."