A sign it might not be a party

I entered another dimension this evening,a dimension I have actually not entered till tonight--despite its occurrence every year. Wayne's World.


Julie and I strolled through the galaxy with our children and a mojitos...the hubby's trailed behind with a Styrofoam cooler of beer...till we crossed the street and entered "Wayne's World".


Most of the "grown-up" parties I attend have a variety of morsels to choose from to A. soak up any consumed alcoholic beverage in an attempt to keep some what sober or B. because a party always has tasty treats (at least some cocktail weenies for goodness sake). Near the end of the our time in this new dimension Julie spotted a quarter bowl of Doritos. Party? The deck bar--which was tended by a babe in Daisy Dukes and a knotted T-shirt--was plenty stocked.


So I ask, if there is not morsels to consume is it a party? Or is the goal of the evening, after the backyard firework display--which was actually produced more for a sound effect than visual effect; with its 4 half sticks of dynamite blasting sonic booms--more to see who will get drunk enough to sit in the hot tub and get alcohol poisoning first?


That my friends is a STL neighborhood Independence celebration.


Happy Fourth of July!