You know it's a good weekend when...

...you're surrounded by family and friends that you adore. For the whole weekend.
...you make fellow guests and hosts laugh so hard they pee their pants... literally.
...there aren't any leftovers of the dishes you bring to BBQ's.
...you can remember ALL the details of both parties. And not cringe.
...you get to see fireworks.
...you get to help set them off. Even if children are now traumatized.
...you get to see them with someone you love.
...you get to see your friend's drunk sister in law's nipples on a dare. (Don't ask)
...you can play Star Wars trivia and not feel like a geek when you get the answers right.
...your uncle throws a sparkler and almost lights the roof of the garage on fire.
...you make your OWN fireworks. Three times. In one weekend. :)
What a great weekend.
Sharrie's was an absolute blast... her husband is just so funny, even when he is telling graphic childbirth stories, complete with sound effects and lurid descriptions and hand gestures. Sharrie and Bobby her husband just adopted two adorable dogs originally from Spain... Polly and Maggie. Too adorable, even if Polly did enact the Great Salami Incident of 2005 by stealing my Herbe de Provence salami and eating 1/4 of it.
Special K and her honey Jonathan (Jay) were there as were Heather and Sarah from work, along with Sharrie's drunk sister in law. And she really did show me her nipples. And Sharrie really did pee her pants. Good times. Drunks are fun.
Monday was spent at Cindy and Joe's where some of their friends came, who are awesome people. Their friends Laura and Peter bought their two sons, Vitaly and Alexi, who are adopted from Russia. Too adorable. While I was in the pool, holding Vitaly, I was instructed "not to let go until I was told otherwise." That implicit trust was amazing to me. Tugged a little at the old heartstrings. Mom and Dad came also and they brought me this beautiful heart shaped plate from Vermont. Dad is thrilled, he has his Jovan shower gel. My uncle Joe did, in fact, throw a sparkler that landed on the roof of the garage. I have the picture to prove it. Somehow it's OK to sing "You're a Grand Old Flag" offkey while waving sparklers in random patterns. Hey, it's Independence Day, why the F not?
Rob and I left and went into Boston to view the fireworks from a bridge on Memorial Drive. Too bad we couldnt get a riverview seat, but still it was an amazing show.
Ten days to Ozzfest. And I go to the doctor on Thursday to see about why my heel is fucking killing me for no obvious reason. Only the left one. WTF!