The Three Essential F's

No, I'm not going to have some angry blog where I cuss the F word. And no, this isn't a blog about some bad grades I made on in college. All three of these are positive "F's." Hence, the essential part.

F number one. Fourth. As in July. Also known as Independence Day. I already told you about the boat outing we had on Friday. If you aren't outside somewhere on the Fourth, something is wrong with you (or possibly the weather). And even if that fails, you should at the very least to do something fun with family and friends. If you are not, then something is genuinely wrong with you.

That being said, due to the severe sunburn my legs suffered from Friday's outing, I was restricted to only staying indoors on Saturday, the actual Fourth of July. In the middle of the day, while we were on the boat, I reapplied my sunscreen. But I usually don't have to reapply to my legs and they are fine. But I didn't factor in the fact that I usually don't sit in the front of a boat with my legs on full display to the sun. So a nice burn they received. The kind that burns THROUGH your clothes when you even go outside in the heat. No way was I going to be able to suffer through any sort of fun Fourth Festivities.

So stay at home was my only option. And because I have been so busy lately, I still had plenty to do in the apartment to finish up the whole moving process. So I spent the day hanging pictures, unpacking the last couple of boxes, cleaning the parts of the new apartment that hadn't been cleaned yet (ie. the floors) and cleaning the parts of the apartment that already got dirty (ie. the bathroom and kitchen). It was actually a really nice feeling to know I had finally gotten that out of the way!

The second essential F. Fireworks! Emily came over and we ate dinner and had some drinks before we headed downtown. I really haven't seen a professional fireworks display in years. We weren't willing to drive anywhere and fight lines to see any, but I was so excited to see fireworks in the sky outside my apartment window! We went outside ready to watch an amazing display only to find out that it wasn't a professional show. Far from it. Just some people that were shooting off fireworks once about every 5 minutes. Oh well, at least I got to see three fireworks (after which we went in since it took 15 minutes to just see those).

Then we headed downtown where we met up with this guy. If he doesn't scream red-neck All-American ready for the Fourth-of-July Fireworks, I don't know what does.

The only thing better than that guy, is this next guy. Who needs to button their shirts when at a semi-nice bar? And hey, while your at it, why not flaunt it?

Actually, those guys are two of the Virginians, which we were meeting up with. So yes, we were with those guys. All I can say to try to explain, they are the movie making types, so looking outrageous is second nature to them. Though, I am a little worried that living in Texas may have gone to their heads just a little too much. Especially the Patriotic guy, I'm pretty sure Virginia's never seen such a country looking fellow. They might not ever let him return if he keeps up that look.

But at least Emily, Stephanie (the only girl from the group of Virginians, she dates Erik, the guy with his shirt unbuttoned) and myself all looked pretty normal while we enjoyed drinks at the Belmont.

The final essential F. Frankie.

What do you think of when you hear the name Frank or Frankie?

Besides thinking of "Frank the Tank" or "Frankie say relax," the next thing you should think of is a typical New Yorker. Imagine someone saying in a New York accent, "Yo, Frankie! Get me one of those Jager Bombs as you swings by the bar." (another funny video you need to watch if you haven't, but I'm not going to link it cause it has A LOT of foul language, is "My New Haircut.")

And what sort-of job do you think of when you think of a New Yorker?

The correct answer here: someone who works on Wall Street.

And if you saw the guy on the right, where would you think he was from?

If you didn't see where I was going with that one, you just aren't paying attention as you read. Cause that guy looks like he's from New York. And naked. But he's not really naked, they are just about to go swimming. (FYI...the guy on the left is Colin, the same guy from 6th Street Kidnapping I blogged about in another post)

Now what am I getting at? Frank is Colin's friend from New York. He is truly all of those things, a New Yorker named Franky that works on Wall Street. He couldn't fit the "New Yorker" profile any better than he does.

But I can now officially check "kissed a typical New Yorker" off my list. That makes me one step closer to being ready to not be single anymore. That is a hard check to come by too. Finding a New Yorker that doesn't think the world revolves around them but yet still fits the profile, damn near impossible (from what I can tell).

Now you might be thinking, but you already had that thing with the one Virginian, and now you kissed a friend of another Virginian? I know, the thought crossed my mind as well. I wasn't going to kiss him. But seriously, think about how hard it would be to find another typical New Yorker that I'd be willing to kiss. Probably wouldn't happen. Then I'd have to replace that part of the list with something else like, "go skydiving." And if I am not jumping off a rope swing, I'm certainly not skydiving!

So now you can see why Franky is an essential. It was on the list! You've got to check off all the parts of the list!

It was all only in the name of the list. That is what should go on the record.

(Off the record, I don't have a list. But I know some people do. And of those people somebody has to have "kiss a New Yorker." Therefore, I am just checking off what's on other people's lists. It's a form of community service. They couldn't accomplish the task, so I stepped in and took care of it for them. It's totally legit. So don't judge, just doing nice things for others.)

So there's your three essential F's. Fourth, Fireworks and Frankie.