I think America is complicated, but almost anything is complicated. So my feelings are. I'm proud of a lot of things about America and Americans but there's a lot that Americans do that I'm not proud of.

Kinda like how I feel about my family.

So Will came over and we went for a drive (looking for a certain snack stand that I guess was closed). We cleaned. My apartment looks so much better and it's so much easier for me when there's someone who can keep me on track. My old vacuum didnt' have attachments (they were lost) my new one does so I got up tons and tons of cat hair.

Heh. The the fellow who invited me to dinner apparently had cosmetic surgery this week and canceled the party. I was the only one he didn't email.

Upside 1: It was right across the street, so despite getting dolled up, it was no big transpo issue.

Upside 2: I'm cool, eating something I shouldn't and watching SG-1.

Upside 3: Did I mention the cool?

Yeah. I'm good.

I just saw a bunch of people headed down to the Mall for the National fireworks show. I wish them luck and proximity to medical care if they have heat stroke!

Tonight's dinner was seafood salad on a bed of lettuce wrapped in a multi-grain tortilla times two.

The cobbler is now in the oven; I am looking forward to it mightily.

My only concession to the holiday has been to watch my DVD of Captain America. I figure that's enough in this weather. I don't feel like going out to fireworks when it's 93 degrees out. And I still have laundry to do. Ugh.

We're home. The 4th of July traffic wasn't as bad this year.

The cobbler is now in the oven; I am looking forward to it mightily.

This is what I get for watching historical shows, my first thought was "But what did the shoemaker do to deserve that!"

I wouldn't do that to my great-grandfather! Besides, he'd be a little old and leathery to bake.

Leathery cobbler? Blink, blink.

Man. I went out with a guy from OKC tonight. We went to hang at a friends' house, and before you know it they were shooting fireworks. Into the neighbor's yard, at each other, over the house. They put one in the thing upside down (accidentally) so it didn't shoot into the air and exploded right there on the deck, ten feet from me. NB: these people are my age or older, and sober.

Then we went back to his place, and climbed up onto the roof to watch the fireworks over the river miles away, which was kind of cool. They set off one more "flying fish" in the backyard, and my date jumped through it like a sprinkler. The other folks left, and we chatted for a while, and I'm pretty sure he wanted to make out, but what can I say? Jackassery is kind of a turnoff, unless you are actually Johnny Knoxville. Him I might make out with.

Home and to bed. Oh, my text alert just went off. I hope that's not him. I'm not sure what to say.

Fuuuck, it was him.

"Thanks for coming over this evening, and being a holiday makes it really nice. Your [sic] as attractive as your pics, thank god, sexier than I imagined and much smarter than I was prepared for :) Maybe we'll get to do it again."

I am feeling ambivalent. He's cute, yeah, and maybe I caught him on a stupid night? I don't know.

eta I responded, "As long as no one shoots fireworks at me or each other. I wasn't ready for that." And no reply...

eta again "So I can't bring my friends :) Fair enough"

Doesn't sound very promising.