Apparently, one of the coolest places to be for the Fourth of July is in Redwood City, CA.
We got up early, set the Menfolk down to the parade route to guarantee a spot for a whole damn lot of us, met them there with kids and supplies, and sat down for a pancake breakfast courtesy some really nice firefighters. They made a kickass pancake and sausage breakfast. Bug was most impressed to be in “their house”; he also dressed up in his Transformer pj’s for the occasion.
The parade kicked complete and total ass. My husband was drooling over the Miss California float …
… and I told him if he got to drool over those gals, then I got to drool over the men in the SWAT team:
I’m not entirely sure what band this was …
… but they came with their own drink cart, and were at least four drinks in, we guessed:
After the parade and festival and carnie-invested Midway (where it was so blazing hot, but apparently not as blazing hot as usual, and I’d hate to know how hot that is), we went home, packed up some more food and headed down to the Port to reserve our spot for the fireworks celebration that evening.
This was the view …
… the great spread of food …
Bug made friends with a little girl and brought her over to me and said, “This is my girl, Leslie!”. He was also very puzzled by the whole porta potty thing. That was a fun one to explain. He did manage to make friends with some teenage girls, too, and hung out with them most of the evening. As long as his buddy L was doing it, he would do it, too. Such a charmer.
We were all pretty thrilled at the fireworks show … they put a barge in the middle of the port and set the fireworks off from there. Although Bug had seen fireworks before, I think this was the first year he really ‘got it’ - and it was a great first one to remember.
(On Saturday, we saw Wall-E and bbq’d and packed. Sunday is where chaos times a million goes down, more on that later)
