Friday the 4th
Jul. 7th, 2003 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jchrisobrienThe day was spent in a strange house with many new faces. There was lots of good music on the way over, and at the party itself. I'm really behind in being able to name good bands, there's a lot of music out there worth listening to. The sangria went quickly, enough so that Heatray, Mrzero and I had to go on another drinking run. The day was filled with lots of laughter, and some more familiar faces, and soon we were all on the roof watching the explosions in the sky. Every 4th of July I see fireworks, and I'm never unimpressed. They burst with brightness and fury, hang in the sky and your memory, and then vanish like smoke.
The walk home was exhausting, with a box full of wine and soda and a glass pitcher I really didn't want to drop. But I counted the day a success. I hovered on the edge of conversation, interjecting a bit when the more gregarious of our numbers paused for breath or to refill their beer. I cooked some very tasty steak and ate it on the cool rooftop. I enjoyed myself.
The walk home was exhausting, with a box full of wine and soda and a glass pitcher I really didn't want to drop. But I counted the day a success. I hovered on the edge of conversation, interjecting a bit when the more gregarious of our numbers paused for breath or to refill their beer. I cooked some very tasty steak and ate it on the cool rooftop. I enjoyed myself.
