El Quatro del Julio fiesta

Had a great 4th, in spite of it being a holiday.



It started a bit dodgy (I didn’t sleep well last night and had trouble staying awake today) but we saw “Despicable Me 2,” then went to dinner at one of The Missus’ co-workers’ places. Her husband is a prof too, but intense and hilariously ADD. We brought a pink piñata, but first we played badminton—surprise, I was pretty good!— and I came in third (of 5) at croquet. We had ice cream and The Boy never remarked about my fecal state. I’m going to go see “White House Down” with the husband tomorrow (see photo below). But he’s too much an angry misanthrope like me. In the long run, people like me don’t get along well with each other.



But he’s as bad at BBQing at me, which is saying something. His grill is a GRID, and he still rolled two hot dogs through the cracks and onto the coals. And burned my first bison burger to a blackened puck. 



Then we beat the living hell out of the traditional Quatro del julio piñata:



Came home and did G-rated fireworks in the street in front of out house, then I went inside and bought a ticket to see Barry Manilow next weekend. The Missus refuses to accompany me (by the end of the night she was sighing deeply and offering to go, if she must), but I decided not to make her a martyr and just go by myself. It’s exactly one week before our anniversary, when she’ll be on a plane to New York. Maybe I’ll meet some nice bluehair at the concert I can swindle out of her life savings.

In summation, most fun holiday in a long, long time. Thanks, The Missus’ co-workers!