roller derby events. There was bourbon too, but definitely no wine.
Everyone posed around the pickup truck for a group photo. There was a Slip’n’Slide out back, though it was sadly broken and nobody tried to make it work. We had taken along a 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke and some Mentos, and set off a small Coke and Mentos geyser in the back yard before it got dark and fireworks were lit.
The best gimmick, however, was the battery-operated self-waving American flag. You push a button and it plays patriotic music while wires concealed in the flag cause it to billow as if in a strangely predictable wind. It reminded me a little of the famous Apollo 11 flag, though this one of course was made in China from cheap plastic, like pretty much every patriotic bauble these days.
Overall, I think everyone had a great time, even a few who had to get drunk before they could really relax and get into it. It wasn’t so much mockery as an opportunity for a bunch of people to forget that they live in a place like Austin and celebrate July 4th the way perhaps most Americans celebrate it, without pretense. And you know what? The food was disturbingly tasty.
Well, except for the Twinkie. I ate one. I had to, just so I could check it off in my list, just above Dippin’ Dots. They really are nasty, greasy things.
I do wonder if hicks ever get together for a Yuppie Party. “Oh, look at me Wayne, I’m drinkin’ a fancy Starbucks four dollar coffee that tastes like burnt crap.” © mathew 2017
© mathew 2017