The Best Part

I recently realized, upon recognizing that I have no plans for the Fourth of July, that the best part of this “getting older” thing was Not Giving a Shit.

All throughout college, and even for a few years later, there were a few nights every year where I just had to have plans to feel cool. These nights included New Years Eve, Halloween, Memorial Day, and the Fourth of July. 

Now I view these days as days where something fun may go down, but they’re mostly just excuses to drink heavily at huge parties with lots of people who you probably don’t know and will never see again. This is why I don’t put much weight in making plans for these momentous occasions anymore. 

One of my good friend’s and his fiancee have a New Years Eve party every year that’s rather low key and lovely. And if I feel the need to eat BBQ on the Fourth or Memorial Day, I can order it (or cook it! – which has never happened but I know I’m capable of it).

When I see the Instagrams of girls in their early twenties getting dressed up to eventually be blacking out in the early hours of the next morning, I think, “Oh, it was fun, for sure,” when I didn’t know any better, but I’m glad as f*ck that it’s not my life anymore. 

So last night I unexpectedly found myself with Lindsay and her friend Will at a roof party on 54th and between 8th and 9th Avenues; and with an idyllic view of the fireworks.  This is the last 5 minutes (bits and pieces of the end) of the Macy’s Fireworks display last night.  I set it to parts of “Blackout” from In the Heights (it’s synched rather awfully, apologies!).  

Listen at the end and you’ll hear one of the guys we were on the roof with scream, “Justin Bieber!!”  Talk about random!

(Another ten minutes or so can be found here.)