Freshmen, Drunk People and July 4th

don't mix. In fact, what pops out after all the stirring and mixing is a concoction equivalent to a very crappy night. Let me explain.

I would first like to point out that I have nothing against any of these things by themselves. (With the possible exceptions of freshmen and drunk people) Anyway...the day went by perfectly fine. I marched with my school marching band in the annual Evanston Parade. This went fine...except for freshmen that can't walk in step of course...but was a good experience overall. I then met up with my parents and my cousin Erin and her boyfriend Matt who had come down for the afternoon. We conversed in highly intelligent and interesting conversation about music, long distance relationships, and devil cats. Apparently Matt is fond of devil cats and so we disposed of ours to him (Wonder how thats going.) When they left I just chilled for the rest of the afternoon and had a wonderful time of it. Here's where the junk starts to happen.

Every year, we try to make it down to the fireworks display on the beachfront that the city of Evanston puts on every year. Every year the beaches are packed with circles of suburbanites complete with their blankets, folding chairs, glow sticks and beer hiding hole digging shovels. (They dig holes to hide the beer...they don't hide the beer in the shovel). Its a joyous event. You might be expecting this to be the moment that the drunk people enter the scene. Alas it is not...this is the moment that the freshmen enter the scene (although I have a theory that the two may be one and the same...hormones do crazy things to people). A very large amount of freshmen to be exact, mobbing right behind the Menno suburbanite circle my family had established (its Menno because no beer was involved or dancing for that matter). Within a few minutes of being exposed to the awesome stupidity of the freshmen behind us I catch the statement "this is the awesome moment right when my medicine is starting to wear off." It was at then that I began to think about how hard it would be to grab one of them and throw them in the lake. Another defining moment of the night was the boy who pulled a girl(who was taller than him ha ha) in between me and the fireworks to whisper something very important and dramatic to which she replied "uh, you're such a liar." LIKE, OH MY GOD. So as you can see [no meds+drama=ruined fireworks]. Ya don't learn stuff like that in high school.

Now to the drunk people. Around midnight I decided to head to bed to get some sleep. Unfortunately, drunk people like to be with each other i.e. a July 4th party. So I'm lying there with my room exposed to the outside sounds thanks to my air conditioner. Now, most parties produce a incomprehensible babble similar to white noise. Not drunk parties, though. Noo drunk parties insist on singing the National Anthem at the top of their voices. Drunk parties insist on talking at a very loud babble...not similar to white noise. What does this lead to...no sleep.

So that was my July 4th...how was yours?