Happy 4th.

And 2nd, and 3rd, and 5th.

My brother and his girlfriend rolled into town on Thursday evening for the holiday weekend pushing 84 hours of future fun before them and bringing plenty of beer and alcohol to add to the already overflowing stockpile we had accumulated in our garage. When my brother and I get together it’s kinda like a train wreck, but in a good way. Something to be survived and remembered and reminisced about. Like a marathon.

It was three and half days filled with laughter and good food mostly dominated by Miss Carol’s barbeque that we hope to soon be selling online if I can just get my shit together and get the necessary permits and licenses and insurances and lease the kitchen and staff it and build the website and jesus god is this a lot of work. But I’ll get it done somehow ’cause it needs to be done. We’ve received so much positive feedback in the last year of test marketing that we feel pretty good about it.

But more on that later.

One of the many things that we squeezed in this weekend in amongst the beach and stuff was a run over to Blue Pete’s on the other side of the bay for appetizers and beers. It was a beautiful night to be on the water and one of those evenings that make you really appreciate everything and everybody in your life and kinda cushions the cold hard slap of reality of the Monday morning that’s always hovering, a dark shadow on the horizon.

I know it sounds like the entire weekend was one never ending 4th of July party. And it was. But we did take some quiet time to thank our founding fathers for their sacrifices and the greatness that is America.

Or at least I think we did.