This weekend Kait went home and left my boyfriend and I to fend for ourselves in a push and shove-r at the Macy's fireworks off the Hudson River. We each thought it'd be neat to catalog our Fourth of July escapades so here goes:

Morning spent trolling around Conway's for knick knacks I most likely did not actually need and realized I had to rush home to shower and grab dinner before the works. By then Ben (boyfriend Ben) had made his way over and we decided on iconic NY Junior's for dinner feeling very patriotic.

Several transfers later we made it to 26th street. I know what you're thinking but we actually found a seat. That's right, seat. Anyways, Ben tried to open his six pack of Newcastle in a way that wouldn't attract the crowd control police and their open container laws which resulted in our befriending of a funny old couple of Brooklyn-ers. The wife offered us some of their fresh baked bread all the while swatting at her husband in a failed attempt to make him turn his transistor radio off (his attempts to straighten the antennae and listen to a baseball game over his wife and about 4 million people riverside reminds me why I love New York).


Note I did not have the foresight to take pictures of the dice, smiley face or heart shaped fireworks. According to Ben I was too busy looking up at the sky with my mouth hanging wide open. It's funny how this is the one New Yorker summer event where you can pack millions of people and everyone stands in relative silence.

- Deborah