I feel like something died in me last night. I do believe my Independence Days are cursed.
Other than that, my 4th of July was pretty nice. Very American I must say.
I persuaded Alex and Greg to be festive with me. Actually, Greg even went as far as to wear my wonderully hideous redneck American flag shirt I got at a thrift store for a quarter last spring break. Pretty much amazing.
We did many American things like cookout, play guitar hero, shoot BB guns at cans, and play beer pong.
Ahahaha.
I even made festive miniature strawberry shortcakes with blueberries and Cool Whip for dessert.
And then all hell broke loose.