Holiday + Gunpowder = Fun

Or, what I did this July 4 weekend.

Friday was dominated by the drive back home to St. Louis. I still hate I-57. Weather wasn’t too bad for most of the trip, just a few sprinkles here and there. But once I got onto I-255 I ran into a real downpour, the kind where you have to really concentrate to see twenty feet in front of you. It let up for a while, then kicked in again when I was a few miles from the river. If it were any worse, and I weren’t so close to home by then, I would’ve seriously considered pulling off the highway and waiting for it to pass.

Saturday subjected me to my sister’s efforts to learn to drive. Scary thought, I know. She drove us around in the subdivisions near our house. Her driving is better than I had expected. I barely feared for my life even once. <g>

At the last minute, a handful of my friends from high school got together to play Axis and Allies. It’s sort of like Risk, but based on World War II and a whole lot more complicated. Luckily the Allies were graced with God’s Gift to Modern Warfare, whose strategy as Britain mainly consisted of talking trash, not defending his fellow Allies, and neglecting to have any naval defenses around London despite my German forces being just across the channel. He lucked out when my assault on the island just barely failed, leaving only one British unit left standing. Soon afterwards we decided that, since it was 3:30 in the morning and we had been playing for many many hours, to call it a game, with America starting to island-hop in the Pacific and a U.S.-British coalition bailing out Russia and heading west into Europe. This, of course, led God’s Gift to Modern Warfare to proclaim his utter superiority over the two newcomers to the game playing as the Axis. Yeah.

Sunday was the Fourth of July party, also with a bunch of my friends from high school. Actually, there were sort of two parties going on simultaneously on at the house: ours and the one with my friend’s roommate’s friends, with essentially no commingling between the two. It’s hard to beat a traditional celebration of barbequeing followed by going over to the park to watch a fireworks show. I can’t remember the last time I went to see a show in person instead of just seeing coverage of the VP Fair Fair St. Louis show on TV. Needless to say, seeing one in person is far better, especially when you have a good vantage point and can feel the sound of the explosions.

Meanwhile, 300 miles away, 5507 completed without a hitch.

Monday was breakfast with some relatives, followed by replacing a burned-out tail light. Helpful hint: make sure the bulb you’re replacing actually is the tail light in question; you can save a lot of time that way. Then the drive back up to campus. For almost as long as I’ve had it, there’s been some strange problem between the car’s tape deck and the cassette adaptor (I’m not sure which was at fault) that causes the volume from the CD player to drop substantially, so that you have to turn the volume up nearly all the way to hear the music. For some reason, things worked perfectly this trip. A bit of a shock when you’ve preemptively cranked the volume up and get blasted with sound, but I’m not complaining. Hopefully it isn’t just a one-time non-failure.

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  1. “Saturday subjected me to my sister’s efforts to learn to drive. Scary thought, I know. She drove us around in the subdivisions near our house. Her driving is better than I had expected. I barely feared for my life even once.

    Wow, thank you Paul for having so much faith in my driving abilities. Of course you didn’t fear your life :P You just don’t want to admit that you were impressed by my mad driving skills. :)

    As for fireworks, I wish I saw real fireworks. It’s been awhile for me too. I’m tired of seeing them on TV. Heck, this year I didn’t even watch it on TV. Maybe next year I’ll either go to SP’s house or someone else’s house that lives in Arnold or Imperial. At least Erica lives closer now.

    That’s about it.

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