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So what's been going on lately...
For July 3rd I did the hometown thing and saw the Night Before the Fourth fireworks with friends. It was mobbed as usual but, eerily, there were few people we knew. Because we're not in high school anymore. Whoops, when did that happen?
Yes, we're getting older and the town's demographics seem to be changing. Not a whole lot of girls showing off their best outfits and their new Coach bags anymore. But I wouldn't go so far as to say the people there looked poor, or even middle-class. Not compared to the carnival I went to last night (but I'll get to that later). But it was weird, because when I was in high school the kids seemed to be getting richer and richer, or at least more high-tech.
Enough with the pop sociology. There was a fight. Jason Verdone got hit in the head with a bottle. Joey broke it up.
The fireworks were the usual: long and overdone. But I liked the finale because they set off all of the fireworks of the same kind at once. It was very pretty.
On the 4th I hung out with my family and brushed Oliver for hours. He looks like a little punk now because we had to cut off the mats on his back, and now he has a little mohawk. Or at least a fauxhawk.
And then we got Fest from the airport. She flew over the fireworks on the Esplenade -- something I've always wanted to do (I'm jealous!). She said that they looked like somebody spitting.
On the 5th we went into Boston to visit Kristiana. She is her usual sweet self and we had a good time.
I worked the next couple of days.
This past Saturday I had the day off, or so I thought, and we went to New York to visit Auntie Elsie. She's just as good as ever. We heard all about which of her neighbors has a Hummer and is dating a woman he met on the internet.
And then on Sunday it was the third anniversary of that momentous day way back when when I went mini-golfing and to the Ground Round for dinner with we all know who. We went out to Acapulco's for lunch and then we went to the Brockton Fair after dinner. And wow! Forget the Foxborough Fair-- stupid, overpriced dinky little Fiesta Shows carnival. This was a real carnival, and a really big one, too. There were so many people there, and so many rides, and a big band, and wrestling, and you could pay 50 cents to see the woman with the body of a worm or the World's Largest Pig. And there was a guy doing customized spraypainting. And fireworks! And a demolition derby!
My first demolition derby ever. It was like bumper cars... with fire! I could do a dramatic reinactment right here but suffice it to say that it was good, corny fun.
And I have to say that I'm 20 years old and I was still the most amused by the whack the mallet contest. It was a "High Striker" game where all the big beefy guys take turns whacking a button with a mallet, and if they whack hard enough a weight shoots up to the top of a tower and hits a bell. And they win a prize. Well, nobody won a prize while I was there, but I was more than entertained by what it said on the tower. It went from "Super Stud" at the top to more degrading terms at the bottom. "Wimp," "wussy," "she-man," and my two favorites, "tit man" and "cotton crotch." It was heteronormitive and sexist and I thought it was hilarious.
I feel happy and recharged and hyper today. And I guess that all I can say is if you ever find somebody who makes you feel that way whenever you see them, hold on to him or her. Tightly. And wrap all of your limbs around one of their legs if they ever try to get away.
Tongiht I'm sleeping over at Cori's house. :) And I'm done.
So what's been going on lately...
For July 3rd I did the hometown thing and saw the Night Before the Fourth fireworks with friends. It was mobbed as usual but, eerily, there were few people we knew. Because we're not in high school anymore. Whoops, when did that happen?
Yes, we're getting older and the town's demographics seem to be changing. Not a whole lot of girls showing off their best outfits and their new Coach bags anymore. But I wouldn't go so far as to say the people there looked poor, or even middle-class. Not compared to the carnival I went to last night (but I'll get to that later). But it was weird, because when I was in high school the kids seemed to be getting richer and richer, or at least more high-tech.
Enough with the pop sociology. There was a fight. Jason Verdone got hit in the head with a bottle. Joey broke it up.
The fireworks were the usual: long and overdone. But I liked the finale because they set off all of the fireworks of the same kind at once. It was very pretty.
On the 4th I hung out with my family and brushed Oliver for hours. He looks like a little punk now because we had to cut off the mats on his back, and now he has a little mohawk. Or at least a fauxhawk.
And then we got Fest from the airport. She flew over the fireworks on the Esplenade -- something I've always wanted to do (I'm jealous!). She said that they looked like somebody spitting.
On the 5th we went into Boston to visit Kristiana. She is her usual sweet self and we had a good time.
I worked the next couple of days.
This past Saturday I had the day off, or so I thought, and we went to New York to visit Auntie Elsie. She's just as good as ever. We heard all about which of her neighbors has a Hummer and is dating a woman he met on the internet.
And then on Sunday it was the third anniversary of that momentous day way back when when I went mini-golfing and to the Ground Round for dinner with we all know who. We went out to Acapulco's for lunch and then we went to the Brockton Fair after dinner. And wow! Forget the Foxborough Fair-- stupid, overpriced dinky little Fiesta Shows carnival. This was a real carnival, and a really big one, too. There were so many people there, and so many rides, and a big band, and wrestling, and you could pay 50 cents to see the woman with the body of a worm or the World's Largest Pig. And there was a guy doing customized spraypainting. And fireworks! And a demolition derby!
My first demolition derby ever. It was like bumper cars... with fire! I could do a dramatic reinactment right here but suffice it to say that it was good, corny fun.
And I have to say that I'm 20 years old and I was still the most amused by the whack the mallet contest. It was a "High Striker" game where all the big beefy guys take turns whacking a button with a mallet, and if they whack hard enough a weight shoots up to the top of a tower and hits a bell. And they win a prize. Well, nobody won a prize while I was there, but I was more than entertained by what it said on the tower. It went from "Super Stud" at the top to more degrading terms at the bottom. "Wimp," "wussy," "she-man," and my two favorites, "tit man" and "cotton crotch." It was heteronormitive and sexist and I thought it was hilarious.
I feel happy and recharged and hyper today. And I guess that all I can say is if you ever find somebody who makes you feel that way whenever you see them, hold on to him or her. Tightly. And wrap all of your limbs around one of their legs if they ever try to get away.
Tongiht I'm sleeping over at Cori's house. :) And I'm done.