I love the Fourth of July.
Bart had a shorter day on Friday and then Monday off, so we had plenty of time to really party it up.
On Saturday afternoon, we had a BBQ with some friends, at their lovely house on three acres of land. It . . . was incredible. The weather was perfect, and the food was to die for.
We got home just after midnight, exhausted from walking nearly four miles roundtrip from the car, and fell into bed (after washing our feet because. . . .yuck).
Yesterday, we called up some friends who live near the beach and spent several hours enjoying the sun (and more importantly, the shade of their beach umbrella).
It was JAMMED with people. Also, I understand now why people go to Cape Code instead, where the beaches are actually covered in soft white sand, rather than large rocks and mud (we went down to Cape Cod last week when Bart was off work and it was lovely). Still, a very fun afternoon.