It isnt the 4th of July unless you catch a field on fire...twice. Yesterday I had my birthday party/4th of July bash. It was fucking EPIC. Kris and I killed a bottle of patron by ourselves. I had a shot for breakfast, a shot for lunch and 5 shots for dinner. Hey, I had lime too, so there's my fruit for the day. Needless to say, I was a tad tipsy. And when I say a tad, I really mean beyond shit faced.
I was sitting outside, minding my own business, talking to casey on messenger and half watching the fireworks that were being set off when suddenly I hear people yelling to get the kids on the porch and call the fire department...whaaaaa? I look up and sure enough, they caught the field on fire. Good job guys. I watch the excitement for a minute and go back to talking to casey. Everything calmed down again and then they started shooting off more fireworks. Not 5 minutes later I hear MORE yelling. Holy fuck, they did it again. I looked up just in time to see a firework shoot sideways and hit the shed not far from where I was sitting. What did my drunk ass do? I sat there and giggled.
No one ever said I am of sound mind! The fire dept came out once again and they put a damper on the festivities...literally. No mas fireworks for us! Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. At this point I decided it would be a good idea to go jump on the trampoline. I may or may not have cussed out some guy on the phone that was being a dick to my sister...it was the patron talking. My mom told me today she has a feeling she's going to be handing out a lot of apologies to the parents of the kids in this area for my potty mouth. :) heehee.
All in all it was an amazing night with a lot of amazing family and friends there to help celebrate. I am lucky to have all these people in my life and I don't know what I would do without them.
Your parting advice for the night:
When doing fireworks, even if you think you wet enough grass to avoid a fire, wet more because you probably didn't.
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