July 4th, even, and for once I don't think I'm doing a damned thing to celebrate. Most years I'm down in La Mirada for the entire day, surrounded by 30 or 40 of my closest relatives and a small number of random strangers who show up just to party ( Read more... )

No, I am not drinking rum. I don't even like rum.

I will, however, be busting out a Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonade very shortly. Because it's Saturday night, the sun has gone down, and it's still 90 freaking degrees outside.

( Now. On to the babbling! )