Fourth of July morning. We didn’t plan on anything; we watched the cul-de-sac pack up and leave, two families one off to the desert, one heading down to Balboa Island.
We knew it was going to be quiet.
We told ourselves we were going to be okay with it.
And at 7:00am, I found myself between Foodandwine.com and my Amazon Prime Now cart frantically putting together a nine course red, white, and blue menu for the three of us while simultaneously wondering if Live Outer would do same day delivery on their $4,000 outdoor living set.
I took a deep breath. I went with cheeseburgers, Keto slow cooker chili, and shortcake with whipped cream, blueberries, and strawberries. I didn’t order the furniture - partly because they only had next day delivery.
Instead, we rode bikes over to the Haack’s, took photos with firemen and marveled at the hundreds of decorated golf carts from the parade. We waited in the loonngesst line for the tiinniieesst snow cone cart. And our family of three brought back with us nine more people to swim in the pool. We ordered Cafe Rio from Postmates. Jesi’s queso dip didn’t come - we quickly subbed in Tostitos cheese from the market - we drank beer and tequila, and made a make shift pergola using the roof overhang, a beach umbrella, and the table from the front yard. Alexa played a 4th of July mix from Pandora as I browned the ground beef and started the chili.
Alison came over right when the Haack’s were leaving - there was a moment of sincere panic when Captain realized he was the only kid left in the cul-de-sac (does NOT happen often). Nate grilled burgers in the front yard to get ready for fireworks, so we moved the slightly smaller, bit more adult, still hilarious party with him.
We lit safe and sane fireworks until the show from the Santa Ana Country Club took off over our house. We danced to Lady Gaga as we opened up another bottle of Rose.
We forgot to eat the poundcake and berries.