I find it hard to believe that anyone could have had a better Fourth of July weekend than I did. Boston is arguably the best place in the country for Independence Day festivities--considering it's the birthplace of the Revolution, that claim shouldn't come as too great a shock!
Last year, I had out-of-towners in for the holiday and blogged daily. This year, I tagged along with friends of mine who had out-of-towners in for the holiday, and I'm combining all of our festivities into one blog. Who's to say which is better? I'm here to say if I don't post them all now with minimal content they'll never got posted.
So here you have it. Random order, limited commercial breaks. The fun started the night of the 2nd and continued through the 5th. We bowled, we ate, we listened to the Declaration read from the Statehouse (where it's been read every year since 1776). We visited the Holocaust memorial, fed the squirrels and ducks (I kept my distance) in the Common, hugged a Blackberry, visited Concord to see the Old North Bridge, played Rock Band, waited for the Dress Rehearsal of the Pops concert (but left before we got hurricaned out), group effort to beat the Metro crossword puzzle!, exhausted my "patriotic" clothing selection, played Connect Four, bbq-ed, waited for the fireworks on the Mass Ave bridge, sang and danced along during the patriotic songs medley, perfected the art of self-photography, ate homemade peppermint ice cream and more rice-krispy treats that can possibly be healthy, had our own patriotic sing-along at home (nothing like screaming "I'm Proud to Be An American" with a group who's average age is 26.6...twice.), gaped at the sketchbook of this kid, ate at Giacommo's in the North End... and on and on and on. It. Was. Awesome.
On Sunday afternoon, I put myself down for a nap about 4:30 and set an alarm for 5:30. Not wanting to get up, I turned it off. At 8:30, upon awaking, I decided my chances of falling back asleep that night were slim to none and decided to call it a night (or continue my "night.") I slept pretty solidly until 8AM this morning. That's right folks. 15+ hours of sleep. That's how much activity my body had to recover from. Would you have done it?
You were all free to have had as much fun as I did this last weekend, but did you? Discuss.