Not gonna lie, I was not excited to be at work today. Holidays should not be allowed to fall on Wednesdays.

BUT I did have a fun holiday.

Tuesday night we brought back ye olde karaoke night.













Um. Yeah. I believe that was at the climax of "It's All Coming Back to Me Now"...I'm theatrical, what can I say? Between that, "Nasty Girl" and "Nookie" I had my bases covered.

I dragged myself out of bed the next morning to head to Coney Island & watch history go down at Nathan's.



I'm definitely a French's mustard girl. Represent.



They retired "Badlands" Booker's "jersey." It was huge.



And then he "rapped." Andy reminded me that he was on Trading Spouses a few months back. I don't think he's stuck to the diet.



I was so excited to be there and vocalized it. The guy in front of me was all "Wow you sounded like you were almost genuine just then" and I was all "Uh, I was. I realllly love competitive eating."

I'll never forget getting to be there as Joey Chestnut won the mustard belt.



Here he is (yes, that little speck in the background) raising the trophy in victory.



It wasn't so much our normal turnout for the rooftop party what with the rain, but a good time was had by all.



Heather & I happened to mention at the sausage memorial that we had never "shotgunned" beer so we sought to remedy that.



Our party wasn't really that rowdy, I swear!





Ah, yes, another "Sam spewing out alcohol" shot.



What's the Fourth of July without encased meat?



In closing, I think I should win some sort of award for the soundtrack I created for the actual fireworks. Let's just say it included:

1) The Chipmunks singing "America the Beautiful"
2) Aaron Carter's "America A-Oh"
3) "The Thong Song"
4) Van Halen's "Jump"
5) "America, F*@K Yeah" from Team America, World Police

and, of course, "America" by Neil Diamond...amongst other things.

Okay, seriously, time to get some sleep for Pete's sake.