This was one of the more celebratory Fourths of July we've had in years.
First we decided to sneak over to a local parade two neighborhoods over. I hope we blended in.
It featured all kinds of celebrities, including an Uncle Sam of normal height.
Our Congresswoman, Eleanor Holmes Norton.
The parade does not require any sort of pre-registration. People can just line up at the starting point. So it tends to feature politicians, local businesses, and lobbying for various local issues. This one was for D.C. statehood.
On the up side, pretty much all of the parade participants throw candy to the kids. Andy said it's like Halloween, but where the candy comes to you. Here, Lily and pal Sophie are comparing their grabs.
There were a few cool entries, like this dance troop from Bolivia. As Amalia pointed out, they had jingle bells on their legs.
After the low-key parade, we went home to chill out for a bit and watched all of the America-themed Schoolhouse Rocks songs. My favorite is the Preamble. Then we decided to try out the neighborhood fireworks viewing spot: the local cemetery.
Upon arrival, Andy spread out the blanket and Amalia asked, "Where's lunch?" It was 9:00 p.m.
Through that clearing in the trees, in the distance, is the Washington monument, over which they set off the national fireworks (the same ones you can see behind Jimmy Smits on the PBS special).
I'm sure the old souls enjoyed the company for the evening. It was an interesting mix of Glover Park families and inebriated Georgetown students.
Amalia was not a fan of the sparklers our friends brought, nor of the home-bought fireworks some of the G'town students set off. But it was sure nice not to battle the crowds on the Mall or on Metro. Instead, we simply walked home and had the girls in bed by 10.
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