It's always weird when a holiday like the Fourth of July falls on Sunday. With nearly any other holiday, the official celebration would just be moved to Monday to make a three-day weekend. But since the Fourth is better known as "the Fourth" than by its official name, Independence Day (say the latter to most people, and the first thing that will come to mind is the movie), you can't just change the day. The Fourth has to be on the Fourth, just like Christmas is always on December 25, no matter which day of the week it occurs.
So is today, Monday, a holiday or not? It depends. For banks and government offices, yes. For retail, usually not. For entertainment venues, no way (Halfling was surprised to find out that his parents both have the day off today on a day he has to work). As for me, my oppressive boss (a.k.a. me) decided that if anyone wanted a lesson today, I'd happily teach them. About 2/3 of the people scheduled today decided to take me up on that, so it's a pseudo-busy day at best. (UPDATE: One of them already forgot this afternoon...free money for Kev.)
Since I am working a bit today, I celebrated the Fourth on its proper day, and it was a good one. I went to Halfling's for swimming and a cookout with his family and Angie, and then Dingus and Cassi joined us for a sojourn to Garland's Star Spangled Fourth. It was the most crowded I had ever seen downtown Garland. We mostly wandered around, took in the sights, and had floats made out of this righteous homemade root beer (true to form, it was served out of a gigantic barrel). The fireworks show was good, if a bit brief and partially obscured by a tree branch where we were sitting. Halfling noted that the Disney fireworks blow everyone else's out of the water, but considering the cost of going to Disney (lots) vs. Garland (free), this would do for now. The country music resumed after the fireworks show, so after few tunes into Tracy Byrd it seemed like our cue to leave.
So yeah, it was a great day, having totally negated the potential pitfalls of being single and living in an area with no blood relatives.. Though I've had places to go the past few years, I almost used to dread the Fourth in college because I frequently spent it alone (seems like I'm always single on that holiday, along with Valentine's Day, but at least the latter usually has TMEA to pass the time). But now, thanks to Halfling, my "brother from a different mother" (yes, there's probably a song or CD title in there) I do have family in town again (remembering that everyone has two families: the one they're born into, and the one they choose), and that certainly made yesterday as fun as it was supposed to be. Only the presence of my next girlfriend (and eventually, wife and kids) will make the picture any more complete than it is now.
When we were very young: The Daily Prawn has a well-written ode to being ten years old. Since the site is Australian, there are a few unusual terms to us Americans, but I think I have some of them translated: "footy" is football (is that soccer or Australian rules football?); "mozzie bites" are mosquito bites; I'm guessing that a "takeaway shop" is something like a 7-Eleven. There are some great names for food treats, too: Choc-top, Funny Face, Paddle Pop, Red Pole and Mr. Whippy cones. I'm not sure about certain games that are listed (billy carts, elastics, bullrush, catch & kiss), but maybe James will chime in and help us out since he reads this site now.
QUOTE OF THE DAY (classic edition): "Do they have the Fourth of July in Switzerland?"--multiple students in the summer of '99, before my trip to the Montreux Jazz Festival, after I remarked that I'd be spending the Fourth of July over there. I explained that yes, they have the day (it's not like their calendars just skip from the 3rd to the 5th, obviously); it's just not a special holiday over there. On that particular Fourth, half a world away, I hiked down from the top of the mountain Rochers-de-Naye, wearing my Old Navy flag T-shirt in the process, a tradition that continues (wearing the shirt on the Fourth, that is, not climbing the mountain) to this day.
I sure hope we get to go back there next year... *crosses fingers*