The third into the fourth of July, which thanks to a box of wine and a vodka-spiked slurpee - somehow feels like the same day. Suzy and I went down to Independence Eve last Tuesday night with our bike baskets packed of Snarf's, a blanket, a box of wine and a camera. Bailey and Graham (the cutest couple ever) joined us as we watched the Colorado Symphony play a dozen or so songs before the fireworks over the City and County Building. I love fireworks. Seriously. I'm the girl cooing over the private fireworks show that is inevitable on every season of the Bachelor. Post fireworks, we headed to the Irish Snug, shut it down, and started all over again the next day with said vodka-spiked slurpees at Wash Park and a grill in my courtyard that night. SS and I are real good at celebrating birthdays and America's was no different.
Boy date:
12 made me dinner Saturday night. Thanks to the downpour of the weekend, our grill out turned in to a grill in. I don't know if it was the rain. The food. The wine. The fact that it was our first night 'in'. The dogs. Or him. But it's one of those nights I hope to relive again soon.
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