Sally from RevGalBlogPals writes:
I realize that most of our RevGals will be celebrating in some way today, but I hope that you can make a little room for Friday Five!
From my short stay in Texas my memories of the celebrations are of fireworks and picnics, one year we went in to central Houston to watch the fireworks and hear the Symphony Orchestra play, we were welcomed and included, and that meant a lot!
So lets have a bit of fun:
1. Barbeques or picnics ( or are they essentially the same thing?)
Naw – they are quite different!
BBQ is a pulled meat with sauce on it on a bun. The meat is cooked, preferably smoked and then pulled. The sauce is sometimes mustard based, sometimes ketchup based.
A picnic is an al fresco affair with optional blanket and chairs. B.K. (before kids) it included a bottle of wine and a nice quiet place to… um… read. Yeah. That’s it.
2. The park/ the lake/ the beach or staying at home simply being?
I would rather be anywhere but home. I’d like to go to a picnic. Or a pool party. Or go watch fireworks… But I married a homebody whose birthday is the 4th. So. We does what he wants.
3. Fireworks- love ’em or hate ’em?
LOVE LOVE LOVE them. But I am the only one in my family who does. (pout pout pout) SOooo… we stay home. Watching them on TV just doesn’t cut it.
4. Parades- have you ever taken part- share a memory…
Yes, a couple of times. I remember having hot, tired feet and a stuck-to-your-back shirt. And sweating so much my mouthpiece would not stay on my mouth.
5. Time for a musical interlude- if you could sum up holidays in a piece of music what would it be?
Well it sure AIN’T “God Bless The U.S.Aaaaaaaa! Lots of John Philip Sousa marches, especially a trill or two of “The Stars and Stripes Forever.” (Bonus points if you know all of the words to the camp song “Be Kind To Your Web-Footed Friend!”*) However, the optimist in me likes to hear “New World Symphony” by Dvorak.
Chocolate cake is baking for my Beloved Bearded Spouse’s birthday… gotta run!
* What? you didn’t know there were words???
Be kind to your web-footed friend
For a duck may be somebody’s mother.
Be kind to your friend in the swamp
Where the weather is cold and damp (fun rhyming is optional)
You may think that this is the end…
well it is!