I couldn’t let this holiday go by without sending it a shout out. I love celebrating the Fourth of July. It’s such fun time of year. No presents to buy. It’s no one’s big day, yet everyone’s big day. We’re celebrating us. As Americans. One big happy freaking family. There are parades and barbecues and coolers full of drinks. It’s so laid back and fun. You just can’t go wrong.
We had a few years there where celebrating the fourth wasn’t that fun. Too many babies. They would go to bed before it was dark enough for any fireworks to begin. Then a few hours later they would all be up screaming at the a-hole who was setting off M-80’s (or whatever the hell they’re called) in the park. I didn’t care for their patriotism. And I still don’t understand the point of those.
Now that we are out of that stage of our lives, celebrating the birth of our country is a blast. As with most holidays, we like to celebrate the eve. July third is where it’s at. We have a neighborhood parade, followed by fireworks, followed by me forgetting what the hell we’re even celebrating. Every year our besties, Jim and Dolleen, have a huge party. All of our family and friends are there and more kids than you can count. Their party makes me proud to be an American. Because at least I know I’m free.
My love for patriotic songs has always been strong. I love to rock out to Neil Diamond’s We’re coming to America, It’s a Grand Old Flag, and Katy Perry’s Firework, preferably with a sparkler in my hand. I saw a sign on a Fire Department the other day that said sparklers reach a temp of 1800 degrees. Yet we let our kids run wild with them as if they’re safety suckers. Only in America. One of my all time fave songs is Yankee Doodle Dandy. You know the one.
I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
A Yankee Doodle, do or die;
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam,
Born on the Fourth of July,
I’ve got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,
She’s my Yankee Doodle joy.
Yankee Doodle Came to London,
just to ride the ponies;
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy.
The very first line of the actual song is, I’m the kid with all the candy, which is slang for “hot stuff”. I’m pulling that one out tonight. It’s impossible to not tap your foot when this ditty comes on. Hopefully there is a flag nearby that you can wave. Or at the very least, someone wearing a flag bikini. Because there’s nothing more patriotic than that.
Happy Birthday America! Land of the free, home of the brave! I’ll drink to that. Right now. With our neighbors, Huck and Gwen and Stan and Teri B.