I care about you in a way that will never ever matter.

Considering either buying 1,000 Citronella candles for the apartment or buying yards and yards of mosquito netting.
Mosquito bites= they don't itch, but it's just red welts all over.

Independance Day rocked too much, ending with an amazing fist fight. Why would a guy, apparently drunk on shitty beer (these things you can just tell, really) climb four flights of stairs just to wail on party goers?
Because he loves America too much.
We had some of our British friends over to celebrated the Fourth. Braised some pineapple chunks on the grill, added some Prosciutto and shot hell of tons of fireworks.
We have a great view from the roof of the skyline, and got a great view of watching that lumber warehouse on Whythe and 9th burn, which was not cool.

But bottom line, our British friends got beat up and the guy kept shouting "This is our holiday! This is our holiday!"


Great photo of Woody and Gareth from that night. Yes, he was getting pummeled and laughing the whole time. Took it like a champ.

Sunday was quiet, K's parents came in for brunch. O and N drove to St. Louis for the week, so we're kicking it relatively low making Watermelon and Feta Salad and sipping white wine. Plus Season One of Deadliest Catch on the projector. You haven't seen anything unless it's 8ft by 10ft.