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Plunked in the middle of the week, the independence day off started with a nice amalgam of Tara, sun bathing, mojitos, and the Beastie Boys. Colette and Rob joined up and we moseyed to Stacie's. Cowboy boots are good for patriotism but bad for walking long distances, no matter how many mojitos-a-go-go you have.

mojitos-a-go-gostacie!

i point and lounge.

Ended the night in Diamond Heights, watching the city sporatically explode. Seriously, it was amazing how many random LARGE fireworks are set off throughout San Francisco; we had an awesome view of all the city and explosions, from over near the main show (at Pier 39?) to Bernal Heights. Some peeps in the Mission were going OFF. A neighbor mentioned that all of the booming must be what IUDs exploding sound like. Let's hope not. A woman and I laughed hard at his word choice. I think he thought we were callous.