“It’s a shame we’re working tomorrow,” my friend Phil observed this evening.
“Why’s that?” I answered curiously.
Tiara and Phil just eye me like I’ve grown a third head. “Fourth of July,” Tiara explained.
Oh right.
It’s funny how an ocean has caused me to become oblivious to dates. I mean, there aren’t a billion advertisements for Jewel and stuff proclaiming the greatness of their barbecue and picnic items. I’m actually kinda bummed I ain’t home to celebrate with everyone.
Is everyone meeting at Al’s again this year, or at the Halfway House?
