Cut to the chase, before going through all the day's posts.
Most of my day was spent at work, which was actually enjoyable (save for my first obnoxious customer ever...bleh). We made our target on sales, plus a couple of hundred.
After, der Brucer parked the car almost across the street from where I work, and we caught a shuttle bus into downtown Rehoboth. From there, it was a quick jaunt over to the hotel hosting the fireworks dinner and rooftop watch. The dinner (with fried chicken and BBQ pork ribs) was quite good, unexpectedly so for a hotel kitchen. A DJ was playing, and couples (of every mixture) were dancing. Good times were being had. After, on the roof, we oohed and ahhed as the fireworks shot up over the Atlantic. Towards the end, a group of men started singing the Star Spangled Banner, and I joined in...about an octave lower than anyone else. Right as we reached "The land of the free...and the home of the brave," right between the lines, in fact, the final barrage of fireworks lit up the sky and boomed over the water. We couldn't have timed it better if we had tried.
The only bad news is that a rather well known local news collumnist named Fay, a friend of ours, heard someone singing in what she was caught calling a "distinctive voice," and when I asked if it was lower than everyone else's, she said yes. I must defend my reputation, somehow. I believe she now mistakenly thinks of me as having a good singing voice, and everyone knows that I sound like Jabba the Hutt, only lower!
