The 4th of July was a pretty fun day this year.
Started out slow: had a couple bowls of Basic 4 for breakfast. Again, the type of cereal that has some flavor to it, but also a decent amount of substance so I get some energy from it.
Met up with Cody and biked over to a daytime Japanther show/bbq/fundraiser in Fort Greene. The show was pretty awesome. It was pretty much just in the middle of a low-traffic, industrial-complex strewn street, right outside of a bike shop. Besides Japanther being (always) fulfilling, a bunch of the other acts were surprisingly pretty damn good as well.
Cody and I were under the assumption that this was a BYOBBQ so we came prepared. Myself with a pack of Nathan's and some buns and Cody with some tofu pups. When we got there, however, we were greeted with a grill practically filled with cooking hot dogs that were being given out, donations welcome. I mean filled, too. The grill was being manned by three (looked like teenaged) boys who were very friendly and totally gung ho about doing this grilling thing. The style, though, was quite interesting. It pretty much looked like they had dumped about 40 - 50 hot dogs across the grill and let them lay scattered about each other like a pile of tinder sticks. To their credit, this tactic seemed to be working splendidly. All of the dogs in that pile looked absolutely perfect: 50% - 75% crisp/burnt on the outside. I don't know how those dudes pulled off that style, but much respect to them for doing it and hustling/caring about the job they were doing.
There was also another table selling water, cookies and pb&j sandwiches. I nabbed a pretty good chocolate cookie for a buck but passed up on the curiously priced $3 pb&j sandwiches (competing against donation suggested fresh bbqeq hot dogs? come on...)
Cody and I went back to my apartment afterwards to hang out and watch TV for the rest of the night. Cody cooked up his tofu pups and we ate the whole pack. Ordered Dominoes. Got a thin crust green pepper and onion pizza. It was alright. A little cold. The cheesy bread was better. Sour Patch Kids were in the mix.
Later, got inspired and ate Andrew's Abba Zabba that I bought for him a while ago. Sorry dude, you had that sitting on your dresser for like 2 months...