I really love the 4th of July. Like, a lot. It might be my favorite holiday. When else is it completely acceptable to wear obnoxious patriotic clothing, get drunk all day and go around lighting things on fire? Its fucking awesome. Some of my fondest memories from when I was a kid were laying on a blanket watching fireworks with my family at Holiday Shores Lake (oh, the memories.) Some say I have too high of expectations for the perfect 4th (especially my ex boyfriend, who I complained to about not being able to lie down when watching fireworks a few years back, whoops).
But seriously, the 4th rules. This weekend I get a fabulous four day weekend, and I plan on making the most of it. Looking forward to the beach, a country bar (Yes in LA, Jenna scoped one out), and soaking up the sun allll weekend.
Happy 4th weekend!