While our Forth of July's were spent apart, our THIRD of July was spent amongst the best company, of our friends.
Said friends have a chicken coop in their backyard which we lurve because we end up with fresh eggs more often than not.
At dusk it was time for the fire and fireworks ---
FYI our friend G here is singing "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" whilst sparkling. We have never laughed so hard.
Our friend's alter ego came out this particular night, Spike Bearheart, Man of Danger. Fire. The American Dream.
And on the following morning, because America is the most amazing place in the world, Bronco's was not only open, but open before 11 am. God bless this country.