New Life

I don't really enjoy the 4th of July celebrations. I'm not really quite sure why, but the thought of bugs and people and traffic jams keeps me away from the fireworks, and they're just not that cool from far away. Last year, I had a great day at the beach and somehow ended up bawling at Tallgrass about 9 p.m. Maybe I'll finally get an enjoyable one under my belt this year, but I'm not holding my breath.

We always spent the 4th with Jason's mom's family. She has a bunch of sisters who collectively own a huge greenhouse here in Sioux Falls, swear like truck drivers, drink like alcoholics, and fight like 13 year old girls who know how to bitch slap. It was an amazing day of chaos, which I usually needed a few belts of vodka in the driveway and a few bottles once there to handle. And I thought I was having fun.

I'm planning another beach day and I'm intentionally heading out to Tallgrass for the evening. (Head myself off at the pass, ha!) They're outside the city limits, so we're having lots and lots of fireworks and most all of my friends are going to be there. I'm attempting to change the way I view this holiday. I hope it works.