Independence Day 2016

Six the morning, that’s that time I gave for all us to get our asses up and get it moving. I say 6am, because knowing us, we will probably end up hitting the road an hour later. Exactly what ended up happening. Am I good or what!? I’m only trying to avoid the rush and mess from what Independence Day brings brings to traffic. It wasn’t too bad of a drive to High Tor State Park either, especially since we were destined to stay awake, so music was blasting from the speakers.

Rather than meet us at home, my sister Julissa was determined to grab a good spot for us at the park. Which was pretty good, when we got there it wasn’t as packed as we anticipated. Where are the crowds of people, the  hassle of trying to find a parking spot? None. Even better.

But not for long. It was only about 830am and one of the park Rangers decides to spoil our fun. “You’re going to have to lower right your music, we’re getting complaints”. Fine, no problem. We lowered it.

Mami got to grilling, Chris and I set up the tent, while the boys started to play dominoes. We’re dominican, what else did you expect?

I was still in sleepy mode, so once that tent was up, I was grateful that Julissa brung along some quilts and pillows. I took a much needed nap. Next thing I know she’s hovering outside the tent, snap chatting me about cute I look when I’m sleeping. Hahaha. Time to wake up, I made a couple of sandwiches for everybody. And they looked like they came straight from the deli. Damn, I’m good. There was everything from honey turkey, ham, salami, honey maple, provolone cheese, white American and lettuce and tomatoes. (DONT drool on your keyboards people) I grabbed a big ol’ chicken thigh from the grill and paired it up. Delicious. 

The beers were being passed around and my father snuck a little grown up juice for all of us to get excited quicker. His great advice “if you’re doing something sneaky, do it quick” fit in perfectly while we served rum into our plastic cups. Cheers!

The park Ranger decided to make another lap towards our way and this time she told us to turn the music off. “You mean lower the music?” I said. “No, turn it off, this is your second warning” she responds with an attitude. Both Kiki and I reply at the same time, with the equally hot tempered way about us that we have.”Fuck her”. I can understand if at 8 in the morning is too loud, people are still waking up late. The pool isn’t even technically open yet. But now, at 12pm when everyone is hyper, the place is crowded, and EVERYONE ELSE has music on, some even louder than ours. That’s not happening. Our music stayed on, and both Kiki and I wanted her to come back a third time so we could get kicked out with a reason. She never did.

Jeremy was ready to swim, the pool opened up and we waited a while to get wet. We were all too busy drinking and eating to worry about that now. However after a few more minutes we all stripped down to our suits and decided to join the party. 

What’s the point in dipping your toes if you’re going to get wet anyway? We headed straight to the deep end and right on to the diving board. Jeremy was up first, and let me tell you, we are all horrible divers. That beautiful form of the Olympics, none of us are that blessed. It was straight up canon balls for all us, especially Kiki with shiny bald head glowing in the sun ♡I for one, can’t swim to save my life. I know how to paddle just enough to get to the ledge, and that’s exactly what I ended up doing. I do a little underwater swimming, and yes I have to pinch my nose. And when I can’t anymore I doggy paddle my way to the stairs, just enough to keep me alive. Maybe it’s time I learned how to swim. (And I’ve recently made a deal with a coworker, she teaches me how to swim, I will dye and do hair) Hey, we all have our strengths, and colors just happen to be one of mine.

Fernando and Kenia came to join us, which was super cute. I’ve known them for about 10 years or so when I used to date someone else, and they have grown to be family. Nando came along with his hookah and we were all blowing smoke once he set it up. The pool was “Everyone man for himself”. We are aggressive, and I’m not exaggerating on that. We were all jumping on top of each other, dunking each other, kicking knees so you would wobble and sinking you down. If you don’t know how to hold your breath, I feel sorry for you.

Even my dad, Fon got in on the action. And my brother Kiki is really strong. We all had to gang up on him, piled on, just to attempt to get him underwater. We only got him about twice. Text messages after (we have a sibling group chat) had me cracking up, some had bruises and scratches just from the pool and our debacle. Oops. My sister’s sister, Gianna came through with her hubby and kiddies. I noticed Jula doing Gialin hair after the pool and poor baby, she looked like she was in so much pain. She has kinky curly hair, and reminded me so much of myself when I younger.(my aunt used to hit me in the head with the brush just so I would stay still) I told Jula I had it.

I know what it’s like not knowing how to manage your hair, especially hair that’s so easy to get tangled. You detangle one side and the next thing you know the side you just finished is all in knots all over again. I dumped a gallon of warm water on her head and smothered her locks with conditioner. Never detangle on dry hair, it breaks and hurts so much more.  After about 20 minutes of brushing I finally made a break through. I even braided her hair in cornrows and told her, don’t even let anybody tell you your hair isn’t beautiful, many people will kill for your hair. It’s alot of work. But it’s worth it. She gave me the cutest smile and hugged me. We were all so exhausted. When we all got back home, Christopher and I had a little surprise, it wasn’t much, but we got a couple of firecrackers to end our Fourth of July the right way. The boys were all in. We were in the middle of the street popping off and stopping traffic. This family get together was so good, a nice escape from our backyard. So much is happening in our family and I’m so grateful to say that it’s all good news.
I hope you all had a blessed holiday.

love, m

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