I would be lying if I said the 4th of July is my favorite holiday. That doesn’t mean that my heart doesn’t swell when I hear a brass band play “God Bless America” or that my eyes don’t prick over with embarrassingly hot, ugly tears every single time I watch fireworks. Literally every. single. time.
But there is just something about Christmas and warm fireplaces and jingle bells and holly…you know? December, you have my heart.
Our 4th was actually pretty uneventful this year. The morning started out with the gym (my favorite kind of morning) and then alongside a few friends we soaked in the Piedmont Parade. Holy freaking cow Piedmont is gorgeous. Like drool over all the art-deco houses and bemoan having a bank account that will never let you live there kind of beautiful. Interesting fact: Ryan told me that Piedmont once boasted more millionaires per capita than any other city in the US. Fact or fiction? I’m not actually positive but this I know for sure: those old homes were stunners.
We decided to play lazy and spend the afternoon at the movies. Here is an absolutely true fact for you: going to the movies while in Northern California will wipe out your date fund for the next six months in 10 seconds flat. Two hours, two small bags of fresh popped kettle corn and World War Z later we were $60 poorer and discussing the probability of a zombie apocalypse. My conclusion: If Brad Pitt does indeed save the world and manages to look that good while doing it, you can bring on the walking dead anytime.
After a fat and delicious late afternoon nap we joined some friends for Greek and yet another movie because we obviously aren’t financially savvy and thus didn’t learn our lesson the first go around. Oh well. Here’s a free tip: The Lone Ranger wasn’t exactly the most riveting flick on the planet. But the Joneses sure are fantastic company!
And that in a nutshell was our Independence Day: zombies, FOOD, parades and missing the fireworks. Apparently tradition isn’t our strong suit.