Do Over!

The first fourth of July that I've had off in mucho yearso turned out to be not as great as it should have been. I did get to do all of the standard 4th activities, save one. I went down to the MVFD's pancake breakfast (yum), watched the parade and got some killer candy, ate a brat, opened and started drinking a beer at 11:59 am, played in the volleyball tournament, and ate at the turkey feed. Most of this didn't take a huge amount of time, all except for the volleyball tournament.

It was after 1 and the volleyball tournament had already started and the girl that was supposed to be organizing our team hadn't shown up at all to tell us if we had one or not so I just considered myself doomed to sit this year out. Then Stive (Steve Hartmann, to those who don't know him as well) decided to get a team together completely last minute. Little did we know that we were going to end up playing until 8 pm. Yeah, that's 7 hours of volleyball. We did end up having a stellar team though and made it to the championship game against a team that we had already beat. We beat them in the first game of the match but then proceeded to lose the next two. OUCH! Dagger in the heart...Oh well.

I was anticipating being able to watch the fireworks the whole day and finding out that they had been cancelled on account of rain was devastating. The past few years I had been working at Birch Lake, which shoots off its own fireworks. Unfortunately, I was inside the lodge bartending during said fireworks. "Wow, that one sounded really pretty" became an oft used phrase. Oh well, there's always next year, which I will surely get off because I demanded a do over.

I did get to see all my friends, that was nice. Friday night bro Nate, his friend John, Carrie, Katie and I got a hotel room in Minoqua and went out to the bars. We. Were. WASTED. Nat got all overprotective of his OLDER sister when some guy wanted to go out to the beer garden and talk with me. He almost got in a fight. It was ridiculous. Needless to say I didn't meet anyone interesting down there. Come to think of it, there's a history of Nathan's overprotectiveness. He came up to visit me and he, Ash and I were hanging out with Grant and Nate at the Shamrock. Grant came up and kissed me, like people who are dating sometimes do. Nat did not like that at all. I believe his exact words were "If he does that again I'm going to fucking kick his ass." He also told me I could do better. Smart guy, that Nat. Ten minutes later he threatened to kick the ass of one of my guy friends who came up and slapped me on the butt at Upfront. Simmer down Cougar.

The next day was spent nursing my RAGING hangover (we had to stop 3 times for Katie, Carrie, and I to all puke on the way home) and spending time with my family from Georgia. I went down to the street dance to watch my dad's band play (not bad) but getting drunk was not even a possibility. So all in all it was fun, but not as fun as it should have been. I guess that's what happens when you have expectations that are too high.