Peppermint Tea and Fireworks

In yesterday's entry I mentioned that I was going to go lay out on the esplanade to watch the fireworks. And I did and it was pretty awesome. I kinda lied though because I actually didn't stay there for 10 hours. So what me and my sister did was get there at like 7 in the morning and brought this little tent and then we set it up in the best spot ever...right in front of the barges. Then we left and came back at around 6:30 and lazed around until the fireworks. While we were waiting, me and my sister went down Newbury Street and went to Tealuxe, which is my new favorite place ever. Here's their logoThey have like 70 different tea varieties. If I were to make a store/cafe, it definatley would be some trippy tea shop...like with comfy chairs and awesome unknown singer/songwriters. It'd be so sweet. So at Tealuxe, I got this organic peppermint tea and it was amazing. I might be biased because I am addicted to minty things. It was a perfect companion for firework watching.

The fireworks were great because we were right under them. Ever time one would go off, it seemed like the flames were going to fall on us. It was really awesome. Plus I was listening to Jason Mraz which made it pretty happy. There was this little old couple next to us watching the fireworks and ever time the fireworks cracked, the old man would hug the old woman really tight. It was adorable. Old people together have melted my heart since I saw the Notebook because they love each other for the person they are. Looks are no longer important, all that matters are the memories and that insinct to protect and care for each other. I guess that's the best way to celebrate the fourth of July. Being with someone you love. The announcer people kept making all these cheezy little speeches on how the fourth of July was so great because it wasn't commercialized. But honestly, people or at least kids (including me) think fireworks and bbq when they hear the fourth of July. Or playing baseball or something. I have this picture of my dad when he was like 7 and he was on his town's little league team. Very American. (He's the short one in the middle front)

That's pretty much all I have to say. At first I thought I was posting a new entry too soon but I realized I can't think of it that way. If I have something interesting to write about, I'll post it. If not, I wont't. I used to keep a journal-like thingy and I would write entries like, sorry for not writing, I've been busy and nothing has happened worth writing about. Now, I don't want this to feel like an assignment but just ramblings of sorts with some kind of interesting content. Okay, I'll stop writing about this and actually do it...

xx
Isabel

Bloggingisenough

Blogs don't go very well for me. I never update them or tend to delete it because I don't want anyone to read what I wrote. But this time I'm sticking with it; I like having something tangible where I can see my thoughts and this will help me remember stuff I never want to forget. Plus no one will ever read this anyway.

My blog title, sleddingisenough, requires a bit of an explanation. Even people who know me won't get it. Its kinda random. Well, not really, its from a quote I really love from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.

This is how it goes:

"I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying, doing jumps, and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all those little kids are going to do things we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't. "

At camp, my counselors gave everyone in my cabin a little card with our name on the front and a quote inside and I got that one. Except it was a little different because they ended it at but for now sledding is enough. That way it sounds more optomistic. It came at a perfect time for me because I had just finished reading Catcher in the Rye (and loved it :D) and that too is about childhood innocence. Now, I'm kind of in between feeling like I'm growing up and becoming more independent and being a reliant kid. Its mind blowing to me that college is so close. At times I still feel 10 :)

Thinking more about Catcher in the Rye, if I was a boy, my dad wanted to name me Holden after Holden Caufield. It sounds kinda on the dorky side but I love that I would have been named after such a cool, angsty character. Usually people name their kids after something cutesier. When I was born, they settled on Isabel, after my my mom's favorite author, Isabel Allende. Not as edgy as Holden but Allende did write some heavy stuff, like a book about this kid who goes from New York to the Amazon. Its a great book.

Okay, I'm going to go lay out on the esplanade for 10 hours to see the fireworks. Happy Day you stuck it to Britain, America.

xx
Isabel