Can you believe that I've been living in the US for, what, seven years now and have never gone to a celebration for the Fourth of July?
Well, it wasn't this year either.
A close friend of mine, who shall remain unnamed, was in town for the day and planned to take me with her and some other friends to see the very popular open air concert and fireworks display hosted by the City.
She called me two and a half hours late, after I had left her ten messages, said she was at a restaurant and would I care to join them? I asked if she could come get me, as she was my ride for the evening, at which point she asked people around her who had room left in their car, which no one did.
I got a "Sorry... I guess I'll see you later, then." and then she hung up on me.
Never mind that I canceled plans with my roommate and her friends to go to the same show and then go party afterward or had offered her a place to stay for the weekend while she was in the City.
No such luck for me. Whoop-de-doo.
So I stayed home, had me some nice European Nutella and Haribo, and watched French movies while a hundred thousand people had a picnic lakeside and enjoyed the 1812 Overture with real cannons and a fireworks show.
There's nothing like a bit of anti-patriotism to make you feel better.
Well, it wasn't this year either.
A close friend of mine, who shall remain unnamed, was in town for the day and planned to take me with her and some other friends to see the very popular open air concert and fireworks display hosted by the City.
She called me two and a half hours late, after I had left her ten messages, said she was at a restaurant and would I care to join them? I asked if she could come get me, as she was my ride for the evening, at which point she asked people around her who had room left in their car, which no one did.
I got a "Sorry... I guess I'll see you later, then." and then she hung up on me.
Never mind that I canceled plans with my roommate and her friends to go to the same show and then go party afterward or had offered her a place to stay for the weekend while she was in the City.
No such luck for me. Whoop-de-doo.
So I stayed home, had me some nice European Nutella and Haribo, and watched French movies while a hundred thousand people had a picnic lakeside and enjoyed the 1812 Overture with real cannons and a fireworks show.
There's nothing like a bit of anti-patriotism to make you feel better.
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Former "friends" like that one can well do without.
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