Happy Independence Day weekend, Americans (and to everyone else: happy Friday)!. What are your holiday plans? Barring having a baby, which I would welcome (unless it meant going into labor during the fireworks which will shut down the bridge we need to cross to get to the hospital, you better believe Drew has been stressing about this for months now), we’ll have a low-key weekend close to home, probably eating hot dogs and chips with some friends and taking care of whatever last-minute stuff we can think to do before we have a little screaming bundle of joy on our hands (but, honestly, I think we’ve covered just about everything at this point, unless I want to get crazy and cook a bunch of meals to freeze, which I don’t. Take-out is our friend in the coming weeks. Also, we just signed up to try a few Blue Apron meals in hopes that it will help guide Drew into the world of cooking so that we might better share that responsibility in the future). We do have access to the roof of our building, which would probably be a great spot to view fireworks tomorrow evening over the East River, but I have yet to attempt the pull-down ladder to get up there, and I’m sure as shit not trying it at nine months pregnant (our third-floor walk-up has provided enough challenge in the last couple of months, thank you). One of these summer evenings soon though, Drew and I are going to get a sitter and spend a couple hours up on the roof, under the stars, enjoying the quiet and maybe a shot or two of the tequila I’ve been craving for months. It won’t be long now.
Happy holiday weekend!