Fondly known as "Asianfest" 2008.

Today, well, technically yesterday, though to me the day is not over until I have gone to sleep, we attended the Java St. 4th of July celebration hosted by some influential guy named Henry. We were invited by my mom's colleague and me, my parents, sister, grandparents from both sides, uncle and aunt went. I fondly refer to it as "Asianfest" because it is essentially a gathering of Cantonese people. This year was the second time I went, and it was interesting. I still cannot fathom the alarming rate at which time has passed. It feels like just yesterday that it was this time last year.

Midway through the festivities, said colleague's son (with two friends), daughter, and nephew arrived. The chicken burgers they had at the gathering were unacceptable, and borderline inedible. Thus, I accompanied the son, his cousin and two friends on a journey to McDonalds for some "real fake food". We walked through the streets of Brooklyn, acquiring curious gazes most places we went. Not really, though--I'm just paranoid. When we finally reached McDonalds, we realized we had walked in a huge circle when in reality it was basically down the street from where we were. In any case, it was fun, and I got a 99 cent vanilla soft serve cone out of it. Yum.


After returning to the fest, the Macy's fireworks spectacular started. If you'd like a better idea of where we were, we were on the Brooklyn side of the East River. It was nice, very dramatic and endearing and spectacular of course.

Alas, they did not have a cheeseburger shaped firework.

Nor did any explode on top of us--which is a positive


Hope that all enjoyed our nation's birthday.