The fourth of July is all about celebrating our country’s freedom, the people who fight for it, and how lucky we are to live in this land.
And celebrate we did.
Brock and I flew to Oregon for the festivities and spend a short but sweet weekend in our hometown. It was equal parts completely different than when we were there last (one year ago) and exactly the same. It wouldn’t be Independence Day without cold beers, flags rippling in the wind, the warm summer air and, of course, fireworks. All those things, plus our family members, made this weekend a magnificent celebration of our nation’s birthday.
We had to visit a classic parking lot firework tent because no fourth of July is complete without it.
Bentley is the most squishable lovable pug ever.
See what I mean?
This is my husband.
I wonder where he gets it?
We spent the majority of the fourth throwing fireworks off the second story balcony because, you know, fireworks bring out the child in everyone.
Pretty soon the cops came because apparently it’s frowned upon to throw explosives off buildings. We put on our most innocent faces and solemnly swore that we would only light fireworks on ground level.
“No fourth of July celebration is complete without the shotgunning of Pabst.” -Abraham Lincoln
This picture occurred at the exactly moment my mother-in-law was being burned by firework sparks. It turns out there is a reason they say not to point them at anyone.
The next day we all went to a Barre3 class taught by my mother-in-law. She just became an instructor and kicked our butts. My thighs are still reminding me how good that class was. Right after we ran over to Sabai, my favorite restaurant in the world, to get Thai food and a Phuket Coolie (pictured below).
No trip to Oregon is complete without visiting Voodoo Doughnut. It has every combination of flavors imaginable, from maple bars with actual bacon on them to toppings like captain crunch. If you have never heard of it, the menu will tell you all you need to know.
On our last day we decided to soak up the sun and explore. After living in California for the last year, Oregon was a breath of fresh, smogless, unpolluted, organic, green, beautiful air.
At the end of the weekend we reluctantly drove to the airport, dragging our feet the entire way. We are so thankful we got to spend this weekend celebrating in Oregon. I love living in California, but Oregon sure has a special place in my heart. Until next time.
Happy Independence Day America!