Yesterday was the fourth of July. The day my country gained it's independence and gave the big "fuck you" to the Royal family and the religious restrictions they were implicating to their citizens. (Or at least this is what we were taught in schools, I think., I faded in and out a lot)

We headed into the city around noon. Pigged out at Phebes, and then headed up town. We spent some time in the park. Hiding behind a huge rock so the sun would fuck off and we could enjoy some herbal time. The weather was really nice. Yes, Manhattan in July is hot, but it wasn't overly sweltering. My choice to wear jeans that morning wasn't horrible. (However, it wouldn't have killed me to wear shorts)..

We sat there for a good hour and a half until we decided it was finally time to get up and go. Families kept coming over and staring down at us... I felt like a zoo animal, which is a feeling I know ALL too well.

 After all that fun.. we cabbed it over to the FDR and got a spot up front. I was originally hesitant about being one of the first people allowed through to the front. Terrorism is always on my mind during Holiday times. Which is odd, since they usually just happen on random days, I guess I'm giving them more "show queen" credit than I should be.

 

We talked shit with officer Andy here for a good hour and a half before the actual "spectacular visuals" began. We learned that he is a first year NYP, lives in Brooklyn, was born at Beth Israel, doesn't like wearing "hot pants" or baggy cargo pants, AND allowed a small child to sit on the railing even though adults were NOT allowed. This actually didn't bother me. Said baby looked a lot like Asahd Khaled so I didn't mind. HOWEVER, the one woman was very wild. She came barreling her way to the front of the line. In hindsight she clearly wasn't trying to be a bitch, but she WAS.. For some unbeknownst reason she decided to wedge her, AND her two pals, in a spot that couldn't even fit one.. Words were exchanged, glances were shared, she talked shit about us in some Norwegian sounding language... BUT by the end of the Macy's display, she was clapping and all seemed to be forgiven. (By "all seemed to be forgiven, I mean, we never spoke to her again, never shared a smile to say "misunderstanding".. we simple walked away)

 

 

Then it took four hours to get out of Manhattan.