Let’s set the time machine back to July 14th.
July 14th = Bastille Day = France’s Independence Day > My 4th of July
I’m smart.
What I’m saying is: Bastille Day had much more to offer than my sad fruit on the 4th of July. Let’s do some more math.
[Hanging out at the Eiffel tower + Barefoot in the grass all day + (Picnic x 12 hours) + Friends + Concert + Wine + BBQ] x [(Fireworks + Awesome) / Eiffel]^10 = !
Those of us who were off work had the duty of arriving early, camping out, and securing a good spot in the park for the Fat Tire crew. Several of us got there around 1pm, prepared for a glorious 12-hour day.
Merritt says
I would have totally cried too!
Faith says
omigosh! what an glorious experience! i would’ve def cried too!