Small Town Fourth

So R and I spent the majority of the weekend getting our place sorted out. I could’ve sworn we sold a lot of things at our garage sale, but you wouldn’t know it to look at it last week. I’ll have some before/after shots sometime soon. This is by far the cutest (and smallest) place I’ve ever lived.

Although we were exhausted, I managed to scramble together a quick picnic and head out to our local fireworks display. 

I had thought we brought a halfway healthy meal: grilled chicken salad, cheese, trail mix… but then R broke out the ranch and I was done for. If there’s one thing that can make me blow off a healthy intent, it’s ranch. I even elongate the word just to make the sound of ranch last longer. Ray-aaaaaanch.

I grabbed my mug of wine, a bit of cheese, and a dorky smile & was all set. Until I got a case of the lonlies. The 4th is such a social holiday and I kinda felt sad all of a sudden. R must have sensed it because while I was drowning myself in my mug, he texted a friend from work and heard back that they’d meet us out. Yes! Warm bodies!! Bwah-ha-ha. 

Things were looking up, so that’s exactly what I did. And my gosh, it was a great sky. The clouds, the colors, the bomber jet dropping black things above us. Wait, what? You heard me.

I was leaned back, soaking in the clouds reflecting the sunset, when I noticed a plane fly overhead. I watched it for a bit and then mused to R about our chances of living if a bomb were dropped. Yes, these are the types of conversations I have. However, he assured me very sweetly, “We’d have zero chance. Start praying.” I laughed and looked back up. And I am not kidding, but four black bundles were shot out of the plane. I grabbed R’s arm and almost ripped the sleeve off his shirt I tugged so hard. You. have. got. to. be. kidding. me, I thought and literally held my breath for what seemed like days. Then I saw them… the parachutes popping up above their heads and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. (But only after I sighed in relief.)

After the fireworks display, we asked R’s friends back to our newly  cleared-out apartment. I deliberately positioned myself by the door so they could not leave. No way was I going to shorten this treat of having company over. We had some good wine (I only buy wine based on the label and this one delivered), good conversation (at one point this was said: “She used a theological presupposition there, Carrie. Did you catch that?” Panicked and feeling like I was in Philosophy class all over again, I said the first thing that came to mind: “I don’t like multi-syllable words, sorry.”), and good games (Can’t beat Loaded Questions, my all-time favorite). It was by far the most laid back fourth, we’ve had.. but it was exactly what we needed. 

I made R document that we had people over. 

2 comments on “Small Town Fourth

  1. Anonymous says:

    Are those firecracker sticks coming out from the top of your head? Cute blog. Love,Anonymous

  2. Carolyn says:

    Why yes, I think they are!

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