A friend just moved into a condo downtown two months ago, so I spent the weekend at her place to see the fireworks from her building.

Our overly ambitious plans:

• Go to Chinatown for dinner
• Head to the bars for drinks afterwards
• Play pool at her condo
• Learn belly dancing
• Watch a movie
• Get mani/pedi-cures
• Go shopping
• See the fireworks

In reality we…

• Went to Chinatown for dinner
• Went back to her place, turned on the tv and channel flipped. Got to see some practice fireworks for a while.
• She fell asleep while I went to shower
• I fell asleep while she got ready for bed. It was around midnight.
• Made waffles for breakfast
• Went to the outlets and shopped for 8 hours!! EIGHT HOURS! I was shopped out. Thank goodness the malls closed early for the holiday. While I called it a day, and sat around waiting, she was still at it. Some poor guy who was sitting by me looked so worn. I asked if his wife was in Ann Taylor because that’s where we were sitting near. He nodded. I told him that was a good ‘un, he’s gonna have to wait a while. Ha! I had first hand experience. Then, I went to track my friend down at Banana, and wound up getting 3 more shirts while she was still at some shoe store. Somebody stop me.
• Came back to do a bit of furniture rearranging because she bought a rug and 2 pillows. She’s way domestic and a leeetle bit obsessed with home decorating. Think HGTV.
• We watched the fireworks off her balcony starting at 8:30.
• Drank some bubbly, had leftover Chinese food, and wooooh-ed with the neighborhood people while watching an amazing display. It was actually multiple shows. Just when we were watching one go off, another side would launch another. It was everywhere.
• Watched the belly dancing dvd.
• Fell asleep by midnight. The fireworks were still going.

Best Fourth of July ever!