SlickTony
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I always like to go out and do something--at the same time, I don't really like going to public fireworks displays because you spend half an hour watching the show and then better than an hour and a half in the traffic trying to get home.
Now last July 4th was an excellent one--this guy my husband works with has a boss who has a place out on the St. Johns River, and there's a big pier, and he has a powerboat. Plus if you don't mind getting in the river, it's kind of nice--the water isn't too cold--if you don't mind a muddy bottom. Our host took people for rides on this big float he towed behind the boat. If he saw someone getting cocky and trying to stand up or act as if they didn't have to be mindful of what they were doing he did his best to "fuck them up," as he put it--he'd put them through all kinds of sharp maneuvers until they fell off. He is also especially skilled in the cooking of ribs, which I love but the guys in my family consider to be a waste of time.
The nicest part though, was that there was this guitarist there, who just happened to have brought a guitar, and he started playing and I started singing and we ended up jamming half the night. He was working for the host, and he'd have probably been at the party I went to last night if he hadn't violated his probation and ended up back in stir (long story). I've kept in touch with him--he'd like us to see if we can scare up some gigs once he's gotten out and his life back on an even keel.
The guy my husband works with had his own party at his and his new wife's apartment complex in St. Augustine. We were asked to pick up margarita mix, chips and ice on the way there, and I had a pitcher of kickass sangria I'd put together the night before. As it turned out, our host didn't care for the sangria, though he claims to like sangria--he said it wasn't sweet enough and liked Olive Garden's better. Philistine! His wife LOVED it, and asked for the recipe, which I emailed her this morning.
When we got there we started in on the eating and drinking, and then some of the guys played beach volleyball. Two of the guys were neighbors to our host, and they just happened to be named Sean and Drew. One of them bore a resemblence to a character named Drew in the first story I ever submitted to Literotica, "Carnival," which would have been fairly spooky, except that he turned out to be Sean and the other guy was Drew. I recorded a fairly long video on the digital camera of the game, which unfortunately I couldn't upload to the computer later on. The process would keep aborting when the video was 3% in, and I finally ended up having to put the card back in the camera and kill the video before I could get the other 71 pictures on.
So after it got too dark to see the ball, we got out the fireworks--we'd been asked to bring some of them, too--and set them off in the parking lot. Just as well this couple is looking to move into a house as soon as they can find one going for the right price--one of the rockets zoomed horizontally into one of the passageways between two buildings, where some people were sitting on the stairs. That was scary, but they said they were OK. The young men, my son incuded, had a fun time JUMPING OVER THE FOUNTAINS. (Carry on, I said--removing your crotch hair is all the thing nowadays. But they were OK).
Then we went in for more pizza, margaritas and Wii games. I, a dedicated cat lover, somehow ended up being covered with dogs. There was a Min-Pin about the same size as my cat, who curled up in my lap like a cat. Then there was Spike, the lab/shepherd mix, about 50 pounds, the same age as a toddler, and behaving very similarly, bringing me one slobbery chewed toy after another for me to inspect. What was not like a toddler was when he was frenching my ear and licking my stomach. I'd had a homemade hamburger for lunch and I think I might have dribbled some of the juice onto the sarong I was wearing.
Sometime after midnight the neighbors faded out and so did we. Since we had a designated driver, our host gave us each a Corona with lime. Our abstemious 19YO son (whom the people at the Florida Lit-Together met) drove us home. I woke up this morning feeling better than I probably deserved.
I've found that if you've been partying, it helps the next morning if you take a couple of analgesics and an acid reducer before going to bed. All things considered, it was a good July 4th. They're all different.
Heh, heh, Sea Cat, my July 4th post is longer than yours.
Now last July 4th was an excellent one--this guy my husband works with has a boss who has a place out on the St. Johns River, and there's a big pier, and he has a powerboat. Plus if you don't mind getting in the river, it's kind of nice--the water isn't too cold--if you don't mind a muddy bottom. Our host took people for rides on this big float he towed behind the boat. If he saw someone getting cocky and trying to stand up or act as if they didn't have to be mindful of what they were doing he did his best to "fuck them up," as he put it--he'd put them through all kinds of sharp maneuvers until they fell off. He is also especially skilled in the cooking of ribs, which I love but the guys in my family consider to be a waste of time.
The nicest part though, was that there was this guitarist there, who just happened to have brought a guitar, and he started playing and I started singing and we ended up jamming half the night. He was working for the host, and he'd have probably been at the party I went to last night if he hadn't violated his probation and ended up back in stir (long story). I've kept in touch with him--he'd like us to see if we can scare up some gigs once he's gotten out and his life back on an even keel.
The guy my husband works with had his own party at his and his new wife's apartment complex in St. Augustine. We were asked to pick up margarita mix, chips and ice on the way there, and I had a pitcher of kickass sangria I'd put together the night before. As it turned out, our host didn't care for the sangria, though he claims to like sangria--he said it wasn't sweet enough and liked Olive Garden's better. Philistine! His wife LOVED it, and asked for the recipe, which I emailed her this morning.
When we got there we started in on the eating and drinking, and then some of the guys played beach volleyball. Two of the guys were neighbors to our host, and they just happened to be named Sean and Drew. One of them bore a resemblence to a character named Drew in the first story I ever submitted to Literotica, "Carnival," which would have been fairly spooky, except that he turned out to be Sean and the other guy was Drew. I recorded a fairly long video on the digital camera of the game, which unfortunately I couldn't upload to the computer later on. The process would keep aborting when the video was 3% in, and I finally ended up having to put the card back in the camera and kill the video before I could get the other 71 pictures on.
So after it got too dark to see the ball, we got out the fireworks--we'd been asked to bring some of them, too--and set them off in the parking lot. Just as well this couple is looking to move into a house as soon as they can find one going for the right price--one of the rockets zoomed horizontally into one of the passageways between two buildings, where some people were sitting on the stairs. That was scary, but they said they were OK. The young men, my son incuded, had a fun time JUMPING OVER THE FOUNTAINS. (Carry on, I said--removing your crotch hair is all the thing nowadays. But they were OK).
Then we went in for more pizza, margaritas and Wii games. I, a dedicated cat lover, somehow ended up being covered with dogs. There was a Min-Pin about the same size as my cat, who curled up in my lap like a cat. Then there was Spike, the lab/shepherd mix, about 50 pounds, the same age as a toddler, and behaving very similarly, bringing me one slobbery chewed toy after another for me to inspect. What was not like a toddler was when he was frenching my ear and licking my stomach. I'd had a homemade hamburger for lunch and I think I might have dribbled some of the juice onto the sarong I was wearing.
Sometime after midnight the neighbors faded out and so did we. Since we had a designated driver, our host gave us each a Corona with lime. Our abstemious 19YO son (whom the people at the Florida Lit-Together met) drove us home. I woke up this morning feeling better than I probably deserved.
I've found that if you've been partying, it helps the next morning if you take a couple of analgesics and an acid reducer before going to bed. All things considered, it was a good July 4th. They're all different.
Heh, heh, Sea Cat, my July 4th post is longer than yours.
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