Fourth of July was okay.
I don't think last year could be topped. I really don't. What with immature squealing with excitement, backrubs, and first kisses with only the most amazing guy ever :)
Justin did, however, decide to deviate from his boring Saturday night routine of Karaoke. [Which has, since a few weeks ago pissed me off, since he told me these two girls were following him and his friend Jordan around and then proceeded to invite him and Jordan back to their place to drink. He shot them down, but still,
BITCHES HANDS OFF HE'S MINE!] We ended up going to a party at some chick's house in Burlington that he and Andrew went to school with back in the day. Fireworks were supplied, so Justin's pyro tendencies were satisfied.
Of course, I was the chauffeur for the evening so my extent of drinking was a couple of shots of Disaronno and some ridiculously strong grain alcohol crap that smelled better than it tasted very early in the evening [It smelled like Apple Pie, but burned like a mofo for like 20 minutes.] It was meant to be sipped, but someone [I think James] got the brilliant idea to do shots of it. I actually had a shot's worth but poor Andrew, someone was heavy handed with his cup, and he pounded about four shots worth at once. It burned pretty bad with my little bit, he had to be breathing fire with his. Here's some pictures of Saturday night.
Whatever that was, it was disappointing.
Well that was a bit more exciting...haha 
Dan [Closest to the flame] holding a roman candle next to Justin and lighting it. 
Dan and the hostess dancing around with fireworks. 
Justin modeling James' hat. [His shirt is one of his anniversary presents, and we discovered it glows in the dark...w00t!] He seems to think he looks ridiculously sexy in this picture. He just looks dorkishly adorable...but thats okay by me :) 
I lit a sparkler and took a picture of it with my Blackberry :) 
This is after the sparkler died and reignited itself...and I nearly peed myself in shock when it reignited...The rodent children are back. I really hate my landlady's grandchildren and oldest child squatting here. Of course I can't do my laundry because her daughter is monopolizing the whole effing thing today...because they're back from wherever they've been for at least the last three days [they were gone when I came back Saturday.] I was hoping all the piles of extranneous crap in the garage indicated that they were packing up. Apparently not :(
At least, however the litter box is out of my bathroom, which is good. It's not my cat, so why the hell should it have been in my bathroom.
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Haha,
"nearly peed myself in shock"