Fourth on the Seventh

July 07, 2008

Fourth on the Seventh

Due to the death of my hard drive, followed by the online appointment-making with an Apple Genius, followed by the subsequent moment in which Will took some sushi out of the fridge and was pouring himself a little dish of soy sauce, followed by a dramatic freak-out by me (OMG. You are so not eating sushi right now. Right now? Really? Are you serious? We have an appointment at Apple in one hour! At a mall that is 25 minutes away! Plus Parking! OMGhurryhurryhurry!), followed by cranking out a lost research paper, followed by the consumption of many Drumstick Vanilla Caramel Sundae Cones and extra large fountain beverages, I forgot to tell you about my Fourth of July.

It appears that my hard drive was dead on the Fourth of July, but I was not aware of that fact yet, as I was hanging out downtown, being all peace-love-and-patriotic with the rest of the community.

We started at the Davis Little League All-You-Can-Eat Fourth of July Pancake Breakfast and then headed over to Central Park for the children's parade. The parade must have lasted about four minutes, because we were ten minutes late and they were already holding the awards ceremony.

We spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon watching the Davis Fourth of July Criterium, which can be summarized by the following equation: hundreds of muscular people in tight shorts + bicycle riding at 30-plus mph + $8000 bicycles + crashing into the pavement = a good time had by all.

Manbikes

It is customary to spend my fourth of Julys looking at beefy men.

We also ate some ice cream, listened to Custom Neon, and watched the fireworks down at the community park. I believe it was the very first instance of a fireworks show that did not include a rendition of Lee Greenwood's God Bless the USA. In other words, it was fantastic.