I write this to you in a nasal voice. Why? Because I shotgunned a beer (the drinking method of poking a hole in the bottom of a can and chugging it) for the first time yesterday, and instead of it going down the hatch, it came right out my nose. Thankfully, PDub came to my rescue, stopped me from drowning in Bud Light, and finished the thing off himself. They really should offer lessons before allowing a (perfect) lady to attempt such a manly thing. I may not throw like a girl, but I certainly shotgun like one.
Anyway, our 4th of July weekend was eventful; there are no excuses for having a lame USA birthday whenever you live near the Capitol. Our day started at a friend's house, who lives directly across the street from the Supreme Court, and involved mingling with close friends, drinking USA brewed beer, and eating BBQ and pizza. We then headed for Virginia to watch the fireworks. July 4th, a reason to set things on fire and watch them explode.
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| Nothing says America like "We, the Pizza" pizza. |
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| Half of our view for the firework action. |
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| The other half of our view. |
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| Oooooo...... |
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| The advancement of fireworks. |
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| Ahhhhhhhhh..... |
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| Ooooooo..... |
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| Ahhhhhhh...... |
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| Oooooo..... |
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| Ahhhhh...... |
Our weekend ended with a tube trip down the Shenandoah River. What was supposed to be a nice relaxing day ended with bruised shins from a rocky bottom, sunburned backs, and serious sinus issues from a shotgunned beer failure. Three-day weekends definitely call for a follow-up vacation.
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| Cheers to a tuberific time! |
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| Having your tubes tied on a day like this makes the most sense. |
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| Open-mouthed selfie. |
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| Shenandoah Mountains. |
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| Frisbee time!! |
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| Our anchor to extend the length of our tube trip. Success. |
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| My view for the day. Strappy sandals are so in this year. |
