The other night I was at work pretty late - didn't get out till 10 pm cause I was working on something I needed for the Embroidery Club meeting the next morning. It was kinda worth it, cause on the way home I got to see one of the most magnificant moons ever, really huge for that late, and that lovely cream-color that makes it so mystical. Then, I saw a red flash, and when I looked over I saw fireworks coming from the ball park. I got my own full moon and fireworks show all at once, while driving over that beautiful bridge I get to cross twice a day (I have a truly beautiful commute that I never get tired of: along the beach, past the Legion of Honor, through Seacliff, through the Presidio, onto the bridge, through the Rainbow tunnel and into Marin - micro-climates galore). Who needs the 4th of July crowds? So what if I was going 30 in a 45 and everybody was passing me? Those folks need to slow down and catch the beautiful sights they are missing. You all have a glorious 4th, now.
PORN ON THE 4TH OF JULY