Happy 4th

Hope everyone had a good 4th of July, despite the shitty weather. At least we got a day off work to break up the week. I woke up super late yesterday morning - 10am; James woke up even later - 11am. I don't think we've done that since high school. It was really nice to be able to sleep in, though I know not get used to it. Anyway, Sian's parents came into town from CT and we hit Far Rockaway Beach, near JFK Airport, just for kicks. Though it was the windiest beach I've ever been on, and it was a bit drizzly and gloomy, it was actually very enjoyable to go for a nice, long walk along the shoreline. I got my exercise in and felt good...since I did indulge in a quarter pounder w/ cheese and fries from McDonald's just before I left. After the walk, we went back to Sian's apartment in Carrol Gardens and turned up the grill. James wasn't with me all day and he made a small fuss about me leaving him all day and "taking the baby with me" ("it's supposed to be a FAMILY DAY today, isn't it?!!"), so I decided to meet up with him to check out the fireworks. I found James, Felipe, and his girlfriend, Judy, watching a movie when I got home. We walked over to the Promenade, with umbrellas in hand, and followed the mob of people walking towards the East River. There were cops everywhere and they were checking everyone's bags before entering the Promenade. James had a couple of cans of fun with him and he brilliantly hid them in the spokes of the umbrella. I thought...THIS is why I married this man - he's soooo fucking clever! I only wish I was able to partake in this juvenile behavior of sneaking in sips of beer, knowing we were being naughty at the ripe, young age of 31. The fireworks were spectacular. I forgot how much I enjoyed watching them. And I couldn't help but imagine how much more amazing they would be had I ingested a couple of magic mushrooms.

This morning, I was an ass and didn't eat breakfast at home. Instead, I was going to follow my regular routine of getting breakfast on the way to work and eating while at my desk. I transferred to the C train at Jay Street and noticed that the subway was empty, except all the seats were filled. So there I was, standing by the subway doors, reading Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis, and all of a sudden, I started to feel light-headed. Then I started to slowly black out. I was so scared I quickly squatted and put my head down. (I must've looked so peculiar to everyone around me but I didn't care.) I was so afraid I was going to be the one to hold up the subway "because there is a sick passenger on board." But squatting saved me. So I stayed squatting, sweating PROFUSELY, and I was pretending to read because I didn't want to cause a scene, all the while dripping salty sweat from my forehead and nose onto the pages of my book. Lovely. The next stop emptied out the seats and I took one quietly. I really learned my lesson and I will always eat something before I leave my apartment in the morning. I will also always carry with me a bottle of water and some protein bars. I hope that never happens to me again.