Normally, on the 3rd of July, a lot of the gang comes over after the downtown fireworks to wait out traffic. This year, since Aimee is a mom, a lot of our normal activities aren't normal anymore. So, this year, our gathering was MUCH smaller. It was Jodee, me, and Ignacio. We ate and drank wine. Then, we ate and drank wine. Later, we ate and drank wine. I haven't drank that much wine in a long, long time. I can remember that at the end of the night, Jodee, Ignacio, and I were doing ballet on the terrace. I can't think of a better way to end the night, can you?
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