"I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what I'm saying. I don't know why I'm watching all these white people dancing." From the song This Love Affair by Rufus Wainwright
Because we're on death-watch with our dog Lucy we stayed at home and watched fireworks on television last night. I love fireworks but not on TV. It's okay though because we ate soy free, nitrate free, organic angus beef hot dogs cooked lovingly in olive oil in an iron skillet.
When I went to the nearby grocery store to get baby food for Lucy last night I was waiting in line and the cashier (who likes to be called Silky) asked the woman in front of me how her 4th of July was going. She said it was fine & he responded jokingly that there was still plenty of time for something to go wrong. Since Silky the cashier and I have a long-standing rapport I interjected that indeed there was still time to lose a finger or eye. Of course this was meant to be ironic & lighthearted but the gal in-front of me didn't think so.
She said something to the effect that we were being negative. And maybe she was right because I proceeded to try & tell Silky & her that I actually knew someone who lost an eye from fireworks. The customer proceeded to tell me to "shut up" and said "fuck you." Then she randomly screamed, pulled on her hair and stomped off. Good thing I didn't mention that a few years later he later died of a nitrous drug overdose after breaking into a dentists office.
That was my exciting 4th of July.