  These are fireworks from Iceland. So the 4th turned out ok. Helena came with Gabe. It was a treat. I love them. They're pretty much the best. Though I'm pretty sure they think I'm crazy. Helena and I cooed and giggled over the fact that we have the same haircut---and more so because I finally got a "grown-up" haircut. I'm finally a woman. Lani and Gabe were going to try to set me up with a boy. But I'm not really sure about that now. After my incredibly fabulous rendition of Joe Walsh's I Like Big Tits (complete with an encore performance) they may have changed their minds. Not to mention the fact that I supposedly dissed him at New Years, but I have no recollection of that so I'm discounting it.
The three of us did some drunk swimming, stayed up till four and I whined cause people kept turning off my favorite Duran Duran song. Stellar. Cousin Elaine was there too. We spent alot of time making pina coladas and cursing in the kitchen. We wre both wearing festive Uncle Sam top hats. It must of have funny for the other guests to see us in our festive Uncle Sam hats saying things like "Well, that's just a crock of shit" especially since I was in full on Southern drawl mode.
The guest of honor, however, was the Undertaker. You may remember him from such nightmares as "My Parent's Friends Try to Set Me Up With Their Son and He Tells Me That if I Die He Wants to Embalm Me so He Can See Me Naked. " Yeah. So obvioulsy I never went out with this kid. When he showed up in A-town (his mom assured mine that he would be in the nyc) it was beyound funny. I could barley look at him. I think the feeling was mutual (except of course when my dress flew up in the wind and you could see my underwear).
Didn't I leave the city for the weekend to get away from the crazy freaks. Oh well. Tonight I'm going on yet another boat ride around the harbor. This time the Samples are going to play. I have to go hug a tree and put on some birkenstocks now. Peace. 
