The third of July is a great day.

Went to a party in Long Beach on that day. Saw many old friends, good ones, and many a drink. Supreme time. Premium time. Mucho Commiunacho.

And then came the fourth.

Excellent.

The themes of the day included water balloons(cold and hot), horse, trickiness, the greatest burgers on earth, firework-block-party-muy-cholo, scaring whitey(under the disguise of being otherwise), blowing up onion dip, ruining vintage clothing, PBR, Hookah bomb, and vomiting up too much about certain peoples personal past history(myself).

I here that tomorrow will another party(what?) at the Gloyd pad. But they are not there. July is becoming most excellent and right now is looking to be a darkhorse candidate for best month of the year.