Twilight's last gleaming

After last weekend with the fam in town, I made the conscious decision to do absolutely nothing this weekend... as opposed to having a long list of things to do, still doing nothing, but feeling guilty about it, as happens on some weekends.

However, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as it could have been because my roommate had the same plan, and it's somehow less satisfying to be a lazy bum when you have to share the TV. Also, I was like the only person in the land of the free that had to work on Monday, which tended also to kill the weekendsloth.

And yes, I accomplished very little today too. But the 4th of July is the great American day of laziness anyway. I just took it to a new level, leaving the apartment all of once. No cookouts, no picnics, no nothing. But there were fireworks.

Mind you, I'm a big fan of fireworks. At least the professional variety. Not so much the sort that cause really loud obnoxious pops and blams and set off car alarms. All day long. But anyway, my rooftop is ideally situated for the city's annual fireworks show, as long as the fog stays away. And given the amount of fog we've had lately, this was not a foregone conclusion. Two years ago, all we saw was faint blurs of color through the clouds, and occasional semi-circles as the lower half of the lowest explosions dipped below the cloud level.

Despite the forecasts, however, the fog never returned after it retreated today. And after a glorious sunset, Josh & I went upstairs where we could see not only the 2 synchronized sets down by the wharf and piers, but in the distance we could also see the fireworks from Sausalito and Richmond or Berkeley at the same time. And one of the great things about being on the roof is the random comraderie you feel with the hundreds of other people on their rooftops or balconies, everyone ooh-ing and aah-ing and cheering together. As Joy mentioned in her blog, in fact, that's one of best memories I have from past years.

And though there were random people with us on our roof (the new neighbors and their cloying friends, and maybe one of the guys from the tattoo parlor and his date?), Josh & I actually chatted a little about how he was going to handle the impending return of Tranh, his girlfriend and our 3rd roommate, after her 6-month absence.

So that was nice. Maybe we should rename it Bonding Day.