Remember when you could down a dozen beers and wake up hangover free? Me either.
But, I am finding that either I am getting old real fast or my metabolism is on vacation, because I drank 3 beers at Founders last night, and I woke up with a tequila hangover. *sips coffee* Alright. So, it's our special day full of lies when this great nation of ours was claimed independent from the British. Personally, I wish the Brits would come back and at least invade our music culture, kick out all the garbage kids today are making money off of. Hello, anyone hear of ROCK? No. That's just what fills your head.
*sips coffee* I'm that eagle, crotchety and shifty-eyed towards the next generation of dumbasses which will be taking over in the next 20 years. Speaking of dumbasses, let's talk about the face of "protect and serve" our beloved cops. It seems that a flowing trend in the news lately are all these videos of cops shooting, beating up, and killing people they are "handling". AND THEY GET AWAY WITH IT. This morning, in between the cute animal videos were posts about more police brutality news... this is nothing new people, faces of authority have been fucking up civilian lives since "power" was indicted into society. Having a baton and a gun on your hip is one thing, but when you get a fucking badge all the sudden gives you the right to have freedom of swinging-arms-with-force?? *sip*
The best celebration of this holiday actually, was not had in the United States, but in London, U.K. I was studying theatre abroad over the summer, and today came along. So, myself and about 50 other American students got completely wasted, belligerent, stoned, dancing in the streets and tripping over sidewalk cracks. No fireworks, no hot dogs, no national anthem. Just a bunch of Brits looking from afar with the "what the hell" looks crossed with shame and amusement. I believe the Scottish Rugby players who were staying in the dorms also joined in later in the evening. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I almost did cocaine with giant Scottsmen. If any time was a good time to try something new, like cocaine, that would have been a fuckin' awesome time. But I didn't. So wipe that judgemental look off your face.
So, in a time of technology, schedules, nuclear weapons, legalized weed (woot) and stupid politicians.... what is your theory on actually celebrating? I'm more skeptical this year than any before. Yet I always catching myself as I think "merh, it's ok..." We are quite lucky to live in a place that has more freedom for individuals of all walks of life. We could be a society that legalizes female pelvic mutilation, or forced religion practices, pick from the high stack of stupidity humans have thought as governing the masses. But we are free to eat macaroni and cheese, and feel hungover at noon, and play with animals in the sunshine. It's a good thing to celebrate, especially living. Holidays have become such propaganda, a time where companies can make a shit ton more money by selling shit during the holidays, half the stuff we don't even need. We should celebrate like an "Electric Forest" way where everybody is having fun, dancing together, being in costumes or hippie attire, enjoying outdoors and being around others. Or like last night's concert! Tons of humans drinking, dancing, being involved in the concert, artist connection with the audience is one of my favorite things to be a part of. Why do we call risk car accidents to drive downtown, stand around on a bridge for 4 hours to get a good spot to watch things explode? Like giant moths we are, drawn to the pretty colors and lights. We blow shit up all the time, but because of todaaaaaay, it's pretty. ...
It's a very interesting world we live in. And I have no idea what I am doing today besides working out and devouring mac n cheese. And have arodable kitties on my lap. The big kid fireworks are tomorrow, so today may just be a day to get a lot of relaxing in.
UPDATE: I have been auditioning like a mad woman for films, ranging small to big. Just signed on with a modeling agency. The band is performing cover gigs at casinos this summer. I'm getting healthy and back in shape. Got to shoot real guns with blanks on set. Got to be inches away from Jesse Eisenberg on another set. Can do more pushups and ever before. And have money saved up to get back to Detroit cuz that's where all my work is coming from...
Did I mention I am madly in love with Monster, who is such an inspiration and amazing man to have in my life? I'm keeping him forever.
And life is great, and absolutely no complaints? Practice gratitude for the good things, the small things that make life precious. The moments that can never be taken away. The hard work being rewarded. The ones who, may show up late but are your best friends. The colors of nature. The live music. The insanely talented people around you.
Have a flower. Hug a puppy. Find something that makes you happy. Today is a good day to celebrate happiness, if anything.
Here is an adorable patriotic kitty photo. Smile, damnit.