Well, damned if that headline doesn't grab you.
Yesterday was the annual fourth of July party at John & Janna's house. Also known as biker central. Driving up, there are already 6 or 7 bikes parked out in front - even though the sky was overcast and the forecasts called for rain later in the day. A plethora of denim, black, and leather all around - I felt slightly out of place in black cropped pants, MaryJane Doc Martens, and a green tshirt. A woman with very long, very dyed-black hair and very blue eyes sits at a table, taking drags as long as her legs from a cigarette. Two burly bearded guys with strings of hair escaping from beneath rebel-flag printed do-rags stand talking bikes and horseshoes. There are several babies and toddlers around - along with the teenaged children of some of the guests.
I had picked up a bottle of this to have a glass of during the day. Of course, as the day went on, I had more than just one glass. Not maintaining the greatest balance of insulin to wine and not eating nearly enough food resulted in a rather inebriated - and low - Nicole by day's end.
It didn't help that someone had a bright idea around cherries.
Anyway - the only fireworks I saw last night were the ones on the backs of my eyelids from the low bloodsugar and too much libation.