I didn't expect red, white, and blue carpets rolled out for us Yanks, especially since I would not be attending any American bashes. Despite events in the country we so slickly said Fuck off to on July 4, 1776, I had bigger plans. Unlike other years, I would not be BBQ'ing, feeling my belly pound at each burst of fireworks, or drinking on Ben Franklin Parkway. But I would be drinking in my stars and stripes. I don't think I have ever been more patriotic in my life, living in another country has a strange way of making you love the homeland, flaws and all.
In honor of America, Ashley and I watched some YouTube classics, ya know Dick in a Box, Mother Lover and other SNL favorites, all over beers of course. Then it was time for another American tradition: Power Hour. The minutes passed quicker than we could drink...but we managed to finish strong.
Flag clad, Monica, Ashley, and I headed to Hyde Park for the Wireless Festival. As a colorful, rowdy bunch, it wasn't long before we ran into a few other Americans in the tents. The few other with flags flying signaled others to come join our American sections of the tent. Tinie Tempah, Lilly Allen, Wale, and last but certainly not least J-Zay were just a few of the acts that rocked out 3 stages in Hyde Park.
It may not have been home but it wasn't a bad way to spend America's biggest holiday.
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