It’s raining, it must be the 4th of July Weekend

See this is why I never go camping this weekend. This is why during July I flee the state for greener, dryer, funnier pastures. This is why August is my favorite month of the summer in Washington. In fact all my camping and tubing and hiking and other such outdoor nonsense is always saved for August. August is a busy month for me. Already I have a cabin/tubing trip on the books, two Red Hook Brewery outdoor movies scheduled and a Shakespeare in the Park event set in stone. And that’s not counting my brother’s wedding, my trip to Nashville or my other awesome adventures that are currently in the works.

I’m not upset that it’s raining or that it’s cold or that this weekend will be filled with more of the same old crap. I’ve never been a fan of the 4th of July. I’ve never been a member of the “let’s get there early to get a good seat and then leave early to beat traffic” crowd. I make fun of those people. They spend all day worried about getting from here to there that they don’t even enjoy the day. But the biggest reason why I don’t like the 4th of July is because of my childhood and no I did not get burned with an illegal fire-cracker. I spent my childhood on military bases, where it seemed like fireworks were set off every time someone farted or won something or lost something. And don’t even get me started about air shows… I find them barf-a-lisous.

So instead of the usual fanfare of this weekend I plan to hang out at my parents house that over looks the ocean, play with my wonderfully delightful niece and sit back and relax before summer school starts on Monday, which is a whole other topic, but one that ends with me graduating in December.

CW