Wasn’t so bad : ) We had a lovely time barbecuing in our yard of weeds and hay, eating as many red white and blue dishes as we could think of, and taking lots of naps to try to forget we were not in fact plunging into the waters of a glorious lake : )
Did you know, the fourth is an excellent day to go out to eat? Greg said everywhere would be packed but I was confident most other people were huddled around a BBQ and sure enough! We walked right into our normally packed out favorite restaurant : ) And then, on the way home, there were lots of fireworks that no one could see but everyone could hear going off here and there aaaandd live music in the park! Hooray!This is our baby on this day. And that is Greg’s baby.When we got home, everyone and their mother was shooting off fireworks so we got a lovely little street side show. I wanted to be home with that dog since this was his first experience with war sounding holidays and sure enough the poor boy was shaking and shaking. Poor little dog. He got to sleep on our bed that night ; )
And thennn the next day :):):):):):) my love took me back to the water :):):):):) but first we ate at this Mexican place where Greg ordered an unbelievably good margarita that was “shaken at the table” *faaaancy* which really just meant all the goodness couldn’t fit in one large glass so they had to leave you the shaker – like an adult milkshake! Clearly it made him very happy. And that guacamole made me very happy. And Greg finished his meal and actually uttered words I had never heard come out of his mouth before – “wow, please give my compliments to the chef!” It made me giggle.
I spent all day in the water and it was so very lovely. Especially since it took us two, yes two, hours to find parking…. do you SEE how many people are in the water? And then that wonderful man took me over to Balboa Island (which I’d say is probably the best name for an island that I’ve ever heard of). It was pretty adorable. I forgot to mention that on the 4th, I took Bentley for a walk and counted only three flags on our street. Sad was I. But this place made up for it. Each house probably had like 15 flags on it ; )
We wandered around it’s precious little patriotic streets, pretended what it would be like to live in each adorable house, possibly stopped into one baby shop, and got sundaes and root beer floats : ) It was lovely.
I hope you all had a great holiday weekend! I think every weekend should be a three day weekend : ) We sure missed you guys this year!