This year was pretty great (see pictures). The fireworks were nice, from what I could see between blinking the raindrops out of my eye. The best part of the Portland fireworks had to be the boats lit up in Casco Bay like reflections of the stars in the water (did I actually just say that?) It was really somthing though.
Just about every single one of my favorite Portland people were there at the post-fireworks ice cream social, including members of the 500's and the Enchantments, and a great time was had by all. The girls wore pretty printed dresses, Miranda and I shared a chair, Sammie put ice cream in his Dark and Stormy, and it's official: Corinna and Nick have the most fantastic and huge apartment!
Last year, however, my boyfriend and I drove to Bristol, RI to watch the oldest ever Independance Day parade. As in, it's been an annual event since our country was born. Here are two pictures that sum up how hot it was:
I'm not particularly fond of this picture of him, and he's not particularly fond of this picture of me, but we can't help looking like that on film.
The best part of the trip to Bristol was not the seedy motel we stayed in, the fair food, the cheap sunglasses I bought, or the celebration of the awesomeness of the country... it was the eight different fireworks displays that we saw from the car driving south on Interstate 95. It was amazing, and I'll be hard pressed to have a better 4th of July.
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