Sunday morning, I rode down to Pacific Beach in San Diego with my friend Tony Bones to join our other friends for the Fourth of July.
We walked to a park on top of a hill in Pacific Beach where a few thousand twenty-somethings were being as debaucherous as possible: jello wrestling, beer bongs, shots out of super soakers, and we witnessed the largest flip cup game ever, at least a hundred people on each side of an array of hastily assembled folding tables stretching the length of the park.
After, we walked down to the beach to watch the fireworks shows from Downtown San Diego and Sea World and Coronado Island.
Then we barhopped up and down Pacific Beach, which by then was just the finest collection of douchebags and drunken women that San Diego could provide.
A good Fourth, really, but as I’ve said before, any Fourth is lacking if you’re not in a field in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma setting yourself and your best friends on fire. :)