Fourth of July Festivites
This Fourth of July was quite exciting. The day started out well enough. I had to work from 10 until 3. It actually wasn't that bad because I was paid time-and-a-half. ($6.50+$3.25) x 5 hours= $48.75 for 1 day's work. No complaints here. I'm also pet sitting for the Fondi's this week and a half, which is another $80 or so. Huzzah! I love money.
Anyway, back to the Fourth of July. After I came home from work and took care of Los Animales, I went with T and Courtney to the free Josh Gracin concert in Frederick. For those of you who don't know who he is, Josh Gracin was the Marine that was on American Idol a few seasons back. He was pretty high up in the ranking when he got voted off...or maybe he was call back on duty....I'm not sure. ANYWAY, he was picked up by a record label anyway and has hit it pretty big. His best known song is "Nothin' to Lose." Yeah, it's country music, but all music is so synthesized today that they're all the same sounding. Besides, I really don't mind country music. Even when it's sad, it's peppy. I was also looking forward to having a blast with T and Court.
A photo journal of the day's events:
Do not try to adjust your computer screen, it's true: that IS me in a cowboy hat. Yes, try to control your laughter. I was going to a country music concert, give me a break! Besides, I got a lot of compliments.
*Swoon* I'm in love. Unfortunately, I do not know his name. Like Eponine, I shall have to settle to love from afar. Why am I so enamored? A) He plays the fiddle (Higgins would have killed to see his arms), B) he plays the guitar (so he's good with his hands), C) He's wearing aviator sunglasses and a Speed Racer shirt, D) He has a great smile, E) He becomes totally ingrossed in his music, which is SO sexy, F) He's FRENCH! Damn straight, I know how to pick 'em. Even before Josh made the introductions, I informed Court that I would take the Fiddle Player over Josh anyday. I can spot 'em from a mile away. I think it's my destiny to marry a Frenchman. Knowing he's from Par'ee made it all the sweeter to watch. He will forth be known as "The Sexy French Fiddler."
My chicas in our primo spots we forced our way up too (next to the techie tent of course!). Speakng of Techies, we saw a girl with the BEST shirt ever. It was black (of course) and said on the back, "Our Techies Practice Safe Sets." The irony of that statement if Century's Crew ever bought them.....;-)
Mullet Woman!!!!! One of many actually......but this was one of the finer specimens.
This would be Josh Gracin's chin. And his stubble. He came through the crowd for one of his songs and I guess the camara was still on zoom when I tried to take an "Up close and personal" shot. This close enough?
This is the hand that molested Josh Gracin (that would be Court's).
Modern Art. I found it to be quite moving.
Publicity stunt for Josh. We tried to get Courtney to have him sign her boobs, but she wouldn't do it.
Me and my girls at the end of the night. The photo is courtesy of the Friendly Frederick Police department.
After the concert, we decided to get some fries and something to drink (the only thing left was Diet Coke, YUM) and to watch the fireworks. "I like the big ones. Especially when they explode." Hahahahahahahahaha. Of course you do Courtney.
After the fireworks, EVERYONE within twenty-seven square miles of the park decided to take the road home that we had parked on. SO, we just sat on top of T's truck for an hour and let the traffic go by. It was SO much fun to sit and make commentary about all the people passing. There were alot of people who were completely sloshed. Starting conversations with them was entertaining. "Peas and carrots, peas and carrots." Not to mention, a car broke down right next to us and the guy had to push it out of the way behind us. We offered help, but his only response was "I'm so wasted. I shouldn't be driving anyway. Fuck, I hate it when this happens." He then wandered off to go find help. I wonder where he meandered off too?
Finally, around 11 or 11:30, we left and busted out to Les Mis. When we got back to good 'ole Sykesville, we swung by the famous local Hepititus Wendy's and grabbed a burger. Nothing like sitting in Wendy's parking lot at 12:30 at night eating a burger. In times like those, fast food really hits the spot. It's about the only time it does actually......
I had a marvelous time. Psssst, by the way Courtney, I still have the Keebler Elf in my purse. He makes me fudgey cookies....;-)