I didn’t get to write about my 4th of July. It was amazing! Picnic, BBQ, scorching sun in the city (I even got sunburned), good company of people. It wouldn’t have been the success it was had it not been for a very special person who got to Crissy Field at 6am to secure two side-by-side picnic tables. That’s right…6AM in the morning. I never wake up that early ever. Not only did she get there at 6am, but they were the last tables left. As a result, I think everyone had a wonderful Independence Day, eating and baking in the sun.
After a long day, I headed back home right before 8pm. I barely had time to sit on my couch when Marc called. “Catchee, what are you doing? Come over!”
“Oh my God, Marc. We really should get married.”
So the two single friends whittled away the rest of the night drinking fabulous wine. The perfect couple. No sparks between them, watching the fireworks.