I celebrated The Fourth Of July by eating Chinese food and watching my friends use their cigarettes to light illegal fireworks out of beer bottles on the sidewalk. At one point, I was convinced that somebody was going to accidentally burn down the Mexican restaurant across the street, but fortunately all of the fire stayed in the sky.
It was a warm night - the first night in a long time where it made sense to sit outside in a tank top and shorts. The moon was a large crescent hanging in the background as fireworks exploded everywhere. It all felt very picturesque.
Though truthfully, I've never quite gotten over the irony of celebrating freedom by blowing stuff up. But it's the American way, I guess.
Somewhere in all the festivities, I checked my email on my phone and discovered that I'm going to be an extra on the second season of "Portlandia." It was already a really good night, but that email made it even better. I can't tell you how excited I am at the opportunity to hang out on that set.
I told the friends I was with and they were all stoked. They promised me that they would watch every episode of the new "Portlandia" season so they could see me, which is really sweet because most of them are hippies that refuse to watch television. I even had to text my mom at midnight to tell her the news.
Anyway, it all turned out to be a good night.
And it ended with The Fonz sneaking onto the roof of the building next door and peeing off the edge.
The Fonz: (yelling from the roof) I'm going to pee!
Me: (yelling from the ground) I'm going to write about this in my blog!
I've said it before, but I'll say it again: My life is a sitcom.