Yesterday, I was over at a friend's condo celebrating both American Independence Day and someone's 50th birthday. It was pretty cool. We walked around and went to some party we weren't invited to (I got so freakin' scared. All of those people looked like the cast from The Jersey Shore.) and took a picture with a giant inflatable Statue of Liberty before getting kicked out. Then we went back and started surprise party-ing and watching AFV and The Twilight Zone.
Stuff happened after that.
We then went outside to watch the last half of the fireworks. YIY. There were lots of babies and toddlers screaming through the entire thing. My brother and I theorized that they were communicating and sending the toddlers to kill everyone to start their world domination attempt. We stopped them by giving all of them Shaken Baby Syndrome.
More babbys, more screaming, more whining, fireworks ended. We went back inside and played some Apple