LeeAnne and I went and saw Belle and it was everything that I wanted in a movie today. Dresses, drama, and based on a true story. Go see it.
Outside the fireworks exploded and I thought for the millionth time how holidays are always disappointing, even when they’re just about hot dogs and jello shots. It’s the expectation of that big bright fullness that makes me want to take a nap or pick a fight with someone. I always cry on birthdays. I’ve hid in the bedroom on Christmas. It’s possible I’m just not good with structured celebration, or the accepted calendar for joy.
I love fireworks. So after carefully examining my sleeping schedule and deciding that I’d rather be tired than unhappy, Chris and I drove downtown right before the fireworks started. I didn’t really plan it I just drove. The most magical thing happened, I found a spot right beside the river only a few hundred feet from the bridge. We stood, shoulder to shoulder leaning against my beat up red car with our faces lifted upward. After watching the finally we quickly jumped back into my car and we were back in less than 15 minutes. I cant get over the spot we found, or how well traffic went afterward.