For for the 4th of July, we didn’t really do anything. Part of the problem is that it was a Wednesday, and part of the problem is that it was kind of a rainy day, and the third part of the problem was that going anywhere in Boston on the 4th is a shitstorm.
I grew up watching Boston Pops every year on the 4th. The fact that I now LIVE in Boston and have only seen the fireworks once out of the three 4ths that I’ve spent here doesn’t sadden me that much, because to get home from anywhere in the city that you can see the fireworks takes hours that I am just not willing to spend after an evening of celebrating.
So this year, we kept it simple and played video games all day. Then in the evening, we grilled out in the backyard. We made mango and jalapeno sausages, veggies, coconut and raisin rice, blueberry apple pie. It was lovely. Then we watched the fireworks on the TV (even though I think this is stupid to do).
To make up for our lame 4th, we had an awesome weekend afterwards. On Saturday, we picked up our friends Josh and Sheila and drove to New Hampshire to pay a visit to Moonlight Meadery. Here we got a tour of their facilities, got to learn more about the facilities from an extremely passionate and amusing woman, and had a tasting of more flavors of mead than I even knew existed. Frank and I left with SEVEN BOTTLES because we are wealthy middle aged drinkers with a fully stocked wet bar, except in the bodies and lives of broke 20-somethings with just a lower shelf in the kitchen “bar”. We also got FREE sweet souvenir mead glassware, and the woman gave us three glasses instead of two, which is even sweeter.
Then I got a headache and that sucked. BUT on Sunday morning, I went to my first ever yoga class with my good friend Christine. After this, I had just enough time to stuff my face with cold leftover pizza before Frank and I headed off to Cape Cod for a day of kayaking.
I had not realized this kayaking trip was taking place on Cape Cod when I booked it. I had never been to Cape Cod before this, though I’d been close, spending a weekend with a friend in Plymouth. The drive out was fine, until we hit excruciating traffic the last “15 minutes” of the drive which made us about 35 minutes late.
We kayaked with a group of people, including a rather obnoxious couple (the wife corrected our guide when he stated that Massachusetts had separated church and state . . . ) and their two teenage sons who embodied everything you expect of teenage songs on a kayaking trip with their parents. Our guide was a native of Sandwich who, he explained, kayaks every single day about. The last couple in our group were a larger, easy-going pair who were amusing to talk to but stayed too far away to hear any of the interesting things our guide was saying.
My hatred of guided tours doesn’t really apply to activities like this where you’re able to do something else at the same time. We kayaked up and down Mill Creek, one of the natural estuaries in Massachusetts. It was a relatively easy ride up, though a harder one back against the current as the tide came in. In the two hours we were kayaking, we saw the water creep over the grass. I knew it was a work out at the time, but my abs were painfully sore the next day.
I managed to not sunburn because I embraced the pasty nature of my skin and bought a sunscreen shirt. It has built-in 25 SPF, ¾ sleeves, a V-neck, and is a rather nice bright aqua. There are more covering versions, but I hate tight-necked shirts, and wanted something I could actually wear. And it works! You can clearly see where I didn’t apply sunscreen around the shirt. I also wore a hat and sunglasses.
I am tired of fair skin being looked down upon in mainstream beauty discussions. BUT that’s a rant for another time.
Afterwards, we shoved our way across the Sandwich Boardwalk bridge, grimacing against all the wet kids and hairy sunburned men crammed across the walkway, waiting their turn to jump off into the water below. We followed the boardwalk along to the beach, took some Instagram photos, stuck our feet in to remind ourselves that the Atlantic Ocean is sucky and cold, then made the long drive home.
Where we grilled again! This time we made more chicken. Because my grill is my favorite thing I own right now. There is nothing more I love currently then sitting the backyard, reading a book while Frank plays fetch with Nellie, drinking a beer, and grilling. YAY SUMMER.