4th of July

there's really nothing like crashing a party on the fourth of july with good friends.

we'd gone to newport for the evening to have dinner and watch the fireworks by the water. Always underestimating the stupidity of rhode island drivers, the roads leaving newport were grid locked, so we decided to stay by the water drinking wine until the traffic died down. of course, drinking alcohol always leads to someone needing to pee, BAD. and that person, obviously, was me. we were basically in a park that ran along the water,and clearly, there were no bathrooms to accommodate the thousands of people visiting in Newport every summer. but across the street from the park were some houses. One of these houses was having a party, with music and people talking and singing on the front porch. It sounded like the typical college ripper.

me and seth set out to find a bathroom and figured we'd stop by there and see if we could get in, because after a few drinks it seemed like a brilliant idea. as we got to the side of the house to look for a door, a middle-aged man in dress shorts and loafers walks out, startling us. "you coming in?" and he gestures warmly to the open door. I looked at Seth and he and I say "uh, yeah, sure!". So we walk up the stairs armed with our beer and wine, and there we are, not in some college ripper, but a family fourth of july cook out, complete with grandma and baked beans. I made a b-line for the bathroom while seth went out to the front porch to mingle with the family members who were listening to some of the other family members (dressed in kilts) playing the bagpipes and drums.

After using their facilities and saying hello to the hostess (who didn't question my presence at her family party for a second)we listened until the end of the song, said our thankyous and left. All in all a pretty outstanding party.