Fourth of July weekend

I could go on and on about the weekend’s festivities – from the typical fireworks and drunk old men to wedding receptions – but I just have one thing to say:

I am sunburnt.
And it hurts.

I’ve only ever been burnt like this once before in my life and I was hoping to never experience it again. Unfortunately, the gods hate me.

I would post pictures but (a) I’m in too much pain to take them, (b) they’d probably be considered obscene and (c) I don’t want to.

The moral of the story is: Wear some goddamn sunblock, even if the trip is only supposed to be for an hour or two. “Not all day” almost always means “all fucking day.”

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