July 5th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Cinco de Mayo

That's Mexican for "Fourth of July."

That's the day that Americans celebrate their independence from the oppressive tyranny of England.

Now Tony Blair's fellating Dubya.

Oh. The irony.

I spent the day jumping from pool to pool to pool and eating barbecue after barbecue.

I had nofunangie (and her doll Priss in tow), and a small but lovely number of friends over to Clifford for fireworks-ogling. Although we didn't move into Clifford until almost August last year, it seems half the people I know are intimately familiar with the house, being friends with the previous owners. And so I was told, "Dude, you've gotta have a 4th party! You can see the fireworks over the river from your back deck!"

It never fails to amuse me that friends and acquaintances know more about this house than I do.

After fireworks, went back to the pool for more swimming and cocktails. Yesterday's balmy humidity was just made for pools (right, matel?)

Pamela dragged me out later with some of her friends and a toy squeezy chicken that has a look of abject terror on its face and, when squozed, emits this blood-curdling howl, similiar to an infant with an inner ear disorder on a descending airplane.

Boy did we annoy people with that!

And, when you think about it, isn't the Fourth of July all about annoying people?

Well?

Isn't it?