SO- here is the situation. I find myself reading blogs way too much of my day. Some of them I read because I enjoy and some of them I read- well, I don't really know why. Sometimes I get mad at them, but then I think- its their blog, you have no right to get mad, so stop reading- and I do. All this to say I think the blog world affected me on the 4th of July.
Most of the blogs I read seem to be of the preppy variety. And while I love anything pink and green and flip flops, etc sometimes I find myself wondering why things matter. Why do we get so obsessed with finding the perfect napkin for a party? Why does it matter if the invitation is the right color? Why did I spend money I don't have to my stationery could be pink monogram when there are so many things really wrong with the world?
Well, I found out on the 4th that I might need to stop reading all blogs because they are affecting me. After Boyfriend and I went to two other BBQs on the 4th we went to one of his best friends place to watch fireworks. We figured it would be the best firework viewing place because the friend lives in the penthouse right smack downtown and has a balcony the size of my house. Unfortunately a skyscraper was in the way of the biggest fireworks display but since you could see the entire area for miles and miles and miles in every direction we were able to see approximately 25 town's fireworks in the distances.
Here is where I turn crazy. We were all standing around trying to figure out what fireworks were what areas when I say, (after a day of Bud Light drinking) "Well, I mean, if this were MY party I would have cards on the balcony pointing to what city you were looking at and include a pictre of the city on it with how many miles away it is. And it would also probably involve some sort of ribbon." Boyfriend I think actually walked away from me at that point, but I will say the girl next to me said it was a great idea.
In the scheme of life, not that important, but at the time I thought it was VERY important for the success of that party.