washed out, washed up.

awwwww, man.
hey, neighbors-
i'm wondering how your firework activation went.
i didn't have any....
hmmmm?
that's real.
it rained so flippin' much up here in the woodsly goodness.
all the american A*-hole celebration jauns were underwater,
and totally rained out and generally unpleasant in most ways.
that meant that all dang day,
every single open-for-business establishment in the mount washington valley
was absolutely crammed full of folks who just didn't know what the F* to do
with themselves in the rain in the north on the fourth.
that's some seriously disappointing sh!t, kids.
no imaginations were invited, i guess.
i watched fat dummies loading cases of soda pop into carts
faster than the store could restock,
and it was twice as fast and a hundred times as lame in the beer section.
so gross.
but,
there has to be a mortal terror of interaction on any sort of excellent level,
without distractions,
to make it so imperative that family togetherness should never ever unfold
without the lubrication of semi-senselessness via libations.
yuck.
b.t.w., in case it never occurred to y'all-
it's (still) okay NOT to drink.
and that's not just on holidays;
and twenty-first berfdays;
and nights after hard days;
and get-togethers;
and getaways.....
but,
i know i'm very nearly on my own in that position.
...bummer.
ugh. i'm sure you care.
anyway-
there was so much traffic, and no parking.
looking into lots that hold a couple of hundred cars
flooded with family vans all the way onto lawns and into the streets?
jeez.
y'know what that meant for those of us who live here year-round?
it meant that all financial predatory purveyors of goods and services
had a glut of big fat sweet moolah stacks pouring into our pockets
while the rain poured down on all the rest of the y'all.
since my family isn't around these parts,
and there was no reason NOT to get to work,
i zapped it up all dang day on all those duders who love 'merica,
but couldn't figure out what else would've been better to do with their time, either.
yuuuuuup.
luckily,
my buddy beau went and got my spare grill,
and he cleaned it off, and hooked it up,
and brought it to the studio.
yeah!
i prepped a bunch of peppers and onions,
and supplied some expert pasta salad,
and two kinds of buns,
and three kinds of sausage-style beige bits of protein,
and he fired it up, in the rain,.
while i zip-zapped the day away indoors.
yup.
we made our own time,
and we did it out back.
just for us,
that's just the way we do it.
teleport:

we even closed a little early,
and crushed a few beers while we kept those coals busy.
oh, c'mon.
i'm not an A*-hole.
i obviously mean root beers.
don't be dumb.
anyway,
we did a little makeshift pan-frying,
and even more makeshift deadwood smoker activation,
and overall,
we got involved in our own wet good times.
that's all we really needed,
and that's all that really happened.
maybe there'll even be rain-date do-over fireworks tonight;
never quiet, never soft.....