What a good night.. capture the flag; sardines; barbecue; apples to apples; sitting on some rich person's roof in Queen Anne and watching the fireworks over Lake Union and in West Seattle and on Bainbridge; Luke and I standing on a balcony over that amazing view, pretending we were in Titanic, his arms around my waist, swaying side to side and singing "My Heart Will Go On" to me; telling me I was hot in very clumsy French. I wish I could have gone with everybody to Bitterlake to play spin the bottle and watch dumbasses get shit faced but I had to get home. Best 4th ever?