Yeah, I know, it’s a real exciting subject for a post, but I still haven’t written about that night.
Basically the day started and Josh and I still didn’t know what we were doing. I arrived back from Lisa and Allison’s around 4pm, and knew that Lisa planned on going with her sister and her boyfriend to Gasworks Park to watch the fireworks above the Space Needle. Once back home, Josh and I were trying to decide what to do and eventually I said that I wanted to go to the island. It turns out that we’ve had this 4th of July party with Laura & Gordon every year practically since I was born, and I haven’t missed one in 19 years. After realizing that, I kind of wanted to make it to 20. I know Josh wasn’t that interested in driving all the way up to the island, but he’s sweet enough to do it for me.
So we drove up to the island and miraculously there was no line to get on the ferry whatsoever. That made us happy. We went up to Freeland and everyone was already there (including Laura’s brother, who was there for the week). Nicky was absent but Austin was there, along with Josh, me, my mom and dad, and Laura & Gordon. Caren had other plans.
The get-together leading up to the actual fireworks was pretty uneventful. Gordon had already set all of them up (he wires them together in their field and then runs the wire to a control board with on/off switches near where we sit), so we didn’t need to help him with that. The food was already cooked, so we just kind of sat around and talked while munching on all the food.
Not much else went on, although the “adults” made a bunch of jokes about how we’d all been going for 19yrs. and how I already knew to find the drinks in the cooler hidden under all the wine and beer, heh. Not much else went on… my dad and Gordon have been going to the Indian reservation in Anacortes every year to get their fireworks, and for the last 10yrs. or so they’ve been going to the same booth at the reservation, getting better and better deals every year. This year they got the large smoke bombs yet again, which was fun… we went through a good chunk of those before it really got dark.
One of the reasons I decided to come up to the island (other than to keep up the silly tradition) was because my dad claimed that this would be “the best 4th ever”. It wasn’t. The fireworks 2 (or 3?) years ago were better, but I think that just had to do with order and the awesome finale cake. But they were nice this year… I just hope Josh wasn’t too bored, heh.
The only sucky part of about the whole evening was leaving the island. See, it takes about 20mins to get from their house in Freeland to the ferry, so Josh and I left at about 10:50pm to catch an 11:30pm boat. Well, we got to the ferry and while there wasn’t a “line” per se, the whole of the Clinton dock was full. And anyone that lives on the island, or has since the dock was remodeled, knows that the last two lanes on the dock never make it onto the boat.
We ended up being the first car in lane one, and because it was so hard to squish the last two lanes onto the boat, we didn’t make it. Which means we had to catch the 12:30am boat instead. Bah! We were already tired, so we ended up taking a nap on the dock and again on the ferry. I think we got home to Bellevue at around 1:45am. Bad for Josh because he had to be at work at 7am… needles to say he was a bit tired that day.
That was pretty much our 4th. I’ll post more updates on what’s been happing since then.