I sat on my ass all day and drank Pacifico while launching bottle rockets at the guy next door that was cranking the Dave Mathews Band. His shitty music tried encroaching on my freedom, so I had to take away a little of his.
Kryss Cho rocked some amazing burgers. All weighed and "hand formed" as she constantly reminded us. I ate a 6 oz burger with sprouts, bacon, cheddar cheese, and guacamole. It was fucking amazing. Later I consumed a delicious spicy brat provided by the Wayniac and his lovely wife.
What better way to celebrate your freedom, then with beef and pork?
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I had dinner at the Old Fashioned with some buddies and saw Robbie Fulks at the High Noon Saloon. Ate so much at the restaurant I couldn't even drink at the show.
I celebrated the 4th in Beijing by eating a burger at an American Diner and singing Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American".
Later, I got drunk and spoke on my favorite 'merican past times such as, unnecessarily driving to the corner store and overreacting.
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