Yesterday was my first ever 4th of July out of the country. I guess I've become accustomed to the tradition of playing country music, cooking out, going to the pool, shooting fireworks, drinking beers, and feeling genuinely proud to be American.
Last year, I ran the Peachtree 10K road race in downtown Atlanta and spent the remainder of the 4th at the neighborhood pool. The year before, I was living in Nashville and my good friend Curt came to visit. We went to the Kenny Chesney, Keith Urban, Jewel and Sammy Hagar concert at LP Field in Nashville. After, we walked on the streets in downtown Music City U.S.A. watching the fireworks light up the sky. The year before, I was on a boat all day at the lake, and I spent the night watching fireworks.
This year, I just wanted to make sure I did something somewhat similar. So, I went to a big public pool near my apartment. It was gigantic; the maximum capacity is 2,000 people. There were 4 pools, 3 diving boards, a huge slide, lots of European men who should not have been wearing Speedos, and multiple European women who should not have been topless. It was not the traditional American 4th of July, but I still had a good day.
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