A couple of weeks ago at j-o-b, I heard the board president go into the executive director’s office and invite her and her husband out on their yacht for the 4th of July. She mentioned an air show and fireworks over the bay and yummy food. I sat at my desk green with envy.
And then she came out and invited me and SB, too! Hooray! I should not have been surprised as she clearly has a crush on SB. She claims to like him because they are both from the midwest. How can you blame her, really? He is very charming.
Yay! Fabulous plans for the 4th! Needless to say, this is not the crowd we usually roll with, but we are fairly adept at stepping up. I enjoy immensely the anthropological observation of the older and more comfortable.
Dude. It was so much fun! It was a beautiful blue sky sunny day, the water looked amazing, and the mountains were all out. Add to that sangria, good company, and the festive atmosphere, and I was having to remind myself to act posh, I was so tingly with fresh air exhiliration.
There was an air show right over our heads. I had never been to an airshow before. (not surprising, considering my aversion to republicans and things overly patriotic) I admit, it fully entertained me for atleast an hour.
Also, we were anchored off shore in front of the Tacoma Freedom Fair which was all along the waterfront. There were booths, bands, rides, etc, but most notably from the water, LOUD COUNTRY MUSIC. Did my whole perfect day just collapse in your mind? It was pretty annoying at times, but mostly ignorable. Every now and then a particularily winning chorus would bust into our Hamptons-esque scene, such as, “tequila makes her clothes fall off,” and “I may not be a 10, but the boys say I clean up nice*.”
As hour three of the air show began, SB, the board president’s fun son, and I were being bad kids** at the back of the boat when we noticed the country station had started playing AC/DC and we knew that this must signal some portent. Our suspicions were confirmed as an F-15 passed over head, splitting ears and jarring bones in it’s wake. You sure don’t see that every day. Wow. It was so fast and SO LOUD. The country music station called it “the sound of freedom”. (actually decent social commentary, though I’m SURE completely unintentional)
There was a pink sunset, dinner, and then the hills of Tacoma started sparkling all around us. Then, of course, the big fireworks show, which totally sucked***. We were out on the boat for 10 hours but it went by so fast. I hope we get invited again****!
* I am not kidding.
** Smoking is very bad for you.
*** Not really, it was wonderful, of course, but I don’t know what to write about fireworks.
**** SB insists that my sangria-fueled story telling was entertaining and not a titch overly gregarious as I had feared.
A photo sampling for your viewing pleasure…
Charts
Air show goodness
I so wanted to look cool doing this. Go ahead. Mock me.
