Fireworks

I do hope y'all had a happy 4th. I had a lovely time eating incessantly, getting blitzed and trying to stay dry in our nation's capital.

I wanted to take a quick moment to reflect on holidays in general. I love me a good holiday, don't get me wrong, but as I get older, I'm starting to view holidays more as a punishment than a reward. It's not just the obvious biggies like Valentine's Day, New Year's Eve and Christmas, but also the seemingly benign holidays like 4th of July, Presidents' Day and Good Friday. Holidays have an extra special way of painfully reminding us single gals that we are the "underprivileged". No matter how happy you are with your single gal status, when you're surrounded by lovey-dovey couples kissing under fireworks, you can't help but feel a bit like the loser with the camera who's left out in the cold. Hey, I may be single, but I like being kissed too! And I haven't had a decent kiss in years (That's not my usual hyperbole there, I truly mean years. Like the last heart-stopping-omigod-please-don't-ever-let-this-stop-I-could-just-do-
this-forever-fuck-the-rest-of-the-world kiss was back in college. In a hot tub. It was quite shameless, really. But also incredibly sexy. And obviously, quite memorable.).

Oh well, I did take some nice pics at least. Here's a few for your viewing pleasure.