And living up, this year’s Fourth did. I spent the holiday at a picture-perfect farmhouse in Arcadia, Oklahoma, where the food was plentiful and the fireworks were a little out of control, as they should be. Let’s just say I kept my sunglasses on throughout the show – in spite of the fact that it was dark – for fear that shrapnel would somehow scratch my corneas. I’m sure this was a very legitimate concern.
The fireworks show ended with a grand finale involving our country’s national anthem, during which I asked my friend, Jenny, “Oh, great, am I about to get goosebumps?”. I spent the remainder of the evening de-littering my hair of cardboard firework bits that had floated down from the still-smoky sky, dancing with sparklers as a playlist full of iconic summer songs blasted through the outdoor speakers, and cuddling with the family’s new puppy Gus (I pretend it's short for 'Gussell Westbrook').