I just had the best 4th July weekend.An ex-workplace friend from NZ came to visit me (SO nice to hear those broad centralized vowel sounds, you have no idea), we had a golf cart parade, I gave some public tours, went to a baseball game in Pittsfield (with fireworks at the end), the laundromat and then to the Quarry to swim. And then had pizza and beer. The weather must have been around 35 degrees, it was perfect perfect perfect.
THE BEST:
On the actual 4th July, I popped into the office to check my emails, and my gorgeous ladies in marketing had decked out my workstation in red white and blue: American flags, fake red roses, bucket of M&Ms, red and blue plasticky things, marshmellow fluff, and tissue paper peeking out the drawers. My heart swelled up like a Disney movie.
THE WORST:
We’re at the baseball game and my friend Stav rolls up her flag and put it beside her bag for safekeeping. A morbidly obese local in a sweaty stars ‘n’ stripes t-shirt comes up to her.
Morbidly Obese Local: “Can I see your flag?”
Stav: “Uh sure thing”
-MOL walks back to his seat, taking Stav’s flag with him-
Stav: “Can I have my flag back?”
MOL: “You put the American flag on the ground. You stepped on it three times. You don’t deserve to have a flag.”
Stav: (stunned silence)
MOL: “Recite the pledge of allegiance and you can have your flag back.”
The more time I spend here in the States, the more I like it. Even the ugly sides. I wouldn’t stay here forever, but right now it’s just great. Yee-haw.
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