So, we usually have a ridiculous party at the shop for the Fourth, complete with buses, music, explosives, beer, sparkles, beer, and beer. But since the Fourth is mid-week this year, and the last two years have gotten a little, shall we say, "hectic" (ever seen a literal rocket war erupt between the hippies and the ravers? or a shoulder mounted hand held 3" mortar bazooka wielded by a spun-out redneck alignment tech? we have...
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), we are doing a seat-of-the-pants word-o-mouth campout the weekend after.
If anyone is brave enough to jump on the train, we'd love to have a few more buses. It will be family friendly, if we're talkin' Adams Family. But be ready for don't-try-this-at-home shenanigans and who-knows-what after dark. Bring beer, food, maybe a good lawyer, a bus, and some good old fashioned patriotic fervor (Think "pure-Horatio-Alger-stabbing-at-the-heart-of-the-American-Dream-for-God's-sake!" patriotic fervor, not Faux News "Thay's tikkin' R jerbs!")
"Live life, love life. Enjoy the pleasures and the sorrows. For it is the bleak valleys, the dark corners that make the peaks all the more magnificent. And once you realize that, you begin to see the beauty hidden within those valleys, and learn to love the climb." - Anonymous
Do you want to Survive? Or do you want to LIVE?