For lunch today, I had Ticklemore cheese on toast points with bergamot jam. mmmm, jam.
That's about all I got done today.
Party! Good company, many of whom brought good food. Then I got to watch fireworks through the M&S's picture window. They have killer view. There was a display from PacBell Park, and another from Jack London Square, and one from the Mission, and... lots of pretty sparklies.
I totally spaced this morning, and missed the live broadcast of the hot dog eating contest at Coney Island. Joey Chestnut won. Local boy, which is nice. But the rejoicing at his win is unpleasantly disproportionate to the actual acheivement. And I really don't like the way they've decided that Kobayashi's sore jaw is a preemptive excuse. The guy just had surgery, for heaven's sake. No need to call him a liar. And he still beat the world record. But hey, Chestnut won, fair & square. Good work, Chestnut!
Also in the news: many of the pretty fireworks this evening were illegal fireworks. Huh. those were some pretty damn elaborate illegal fireworks. (I can still hear them outside. Hope nothing burns down.) Newscritters talked to the Sheriff down in Santa Cruz - they were searching people on the main beach, trying to keep out fireworks. What they didn't realize was that people had come in the day before and buried stashes of explosives. Sun went down, they dug them up and set them off. Provident scofflaws.
Today's earrings: sparkly diamonds, sparkly yellow chandeliers
Bedtime reading: Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett
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What is ticklemore cheese? --k
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