Happy 4th, errr... 6th of July! We spent Independence Day in high style up on my mom's roof where the mojitos are strong, the hot dogs and purple chicken are plentiful, and s'more making is an artform.
After Finnegan was born, my mom and Rico stopped having huge parties up on the roof for the 4th and instead we have a quiet(ish) family dinner on the roof, followed by the best firework watching in town. Click here for a round up of last year's festivities. I kid you not, it's like a movie screen filled with fireworks right in front of your eyes. No neck craning. No porta potties. No fighting for a spot of grass.
The boys even used Papa Rico's tickets and went across the street to catch a few innings of the Hen's game in between dinner and the main attraction.
Finn actually behaved after Captain Safety (aka: Lyndsey) told him that if he stepped off the deck, gators were going to eat his feet. Nothing like a scared shitless 2 year old to harken in the celebration of our nation's independence. Right?
All in all it was a great, quiet (except for the BOOMING fireworks) night and let's face it... you can't beat the views.
Hope you had a safe, happy wonderful 4th!
