The boyfriend I just met asked how I know his girlfriend. "We met on Twitter." Nope, didn't really know each other before that. Just it's a small group we interact with, so we eventually found each other.
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Sitting in the bar listening to bands play. Chatting with friends and people watching in aticipation. Knowing that once the music changed ever so slightly my crew would descend upon the dance floor. The other people wouldn't know what happened.
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Blueberry picking. And nibbling. And BLUEBERRIES.
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Driving home and playing which is sketchier: the strip club billboards or the fireworks billboards. Strip clubs almost always have exit numbers. The fireworks didn't. And they had fine print that I couldn't see while driving.
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Trying on heels that make me tall.
Not buying them.
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Watching more Being Erica than is probably good for me.
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Random assortment of friends for the Fourth. Spending the most one-on-one time with the one person I hadn't met before.
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New grill working! Deliciousness. Hamburgers. And tofu. And so many sausages. And veggieburgers. And portabellos. And red peppers.
And this salad.
And mint lemonade. And sweet tea. And Arnold Palmer.
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Never actually grilling the ribs.
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Sunset walk by the beach with two of my girlfriends while others tossed the Frisbee.
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Heading to the beach to see fireworks. South. North. And the illegal immediately local.
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Checking out a new dance venue. Staying from the first song through the last.
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