Friday, July 06, 2007
(Turn up your speakers!)
4th of July was a wacky holiday in some ways because it fell smack in the middle of the week. Which means we crammed a week's worth of work into Monday and Tuesday because so many of our clients and employees were smart enough to be taking off Thursday and Friday... took a day off on Wednesday... and then worked frantically and short staffed for 2 more days.
Still, we made the most of it. Our neighborhood had a little parade - 100 kids came out of the woodwork with their scooters, bikes, dogs, and parents, all of whom had to endure crepe paper pasted onto them, and we marched around the block after the Encinitas fire truck. Becca made friends with our new neighbor and their daughter Olivia who is also 5 (but could eat cake off Becca's head). The kids had fun exploring the fire truck and recounting Becca's adventure to the ER in it. Then there were sack races, and water balloons, and much more merriment. Don found out that "being an HOA board member" actually means "filling water balloons at the 4th of July Parade". I locked myself out of the house. And many other fun things.
Then we joined friends at a progressive pool party... meaning we went from house to house hopping in swimming pools. The first house had appetizers, the 2nd house did dinner, and so on, until we landed at the last one where there was a view of fireworks. Or maybe a wildfire. Ah, whatever, it was nice.
We were reminded that while our lives are rich, our neighbors are filthy rich. I will not describe the ostentatious display of food, drink, or private property that made up the day, as it would be long and boring for you and depressing as hell for me. I will say that perhaps the topper was the hand carved Mexican mahogany GARAGE DOORS. Yes friends, art exposed to the elements (such as they are here in San Diego). We retreated to our overpriced California hovel wondering why I am in advertising and not commercial real estate.
And I have to say that the entire day felt like living in a little bubble floating through the universe, far away from the global warming or the immense poverty of Siberia or the war we are in that nobody's talking about anymore. As the mylar balloons floated past in the parade and the 73 degree breeze pushed them along, I felt a little guilty for this idyllic day. It was one for the books.
1 comments:
Looks like great fun to me! Rock on!
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