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If you’re popping in from A. S. Fenichel’s wonderful blog or just starting your hop here with me, welcome aboard and get ready for some Independence Day fun.
Today’s topic comes from A.S. Fenichel – If you live in the U.S., How did you spend yesterday? Tell us about your Independence Day weekend. Now make up a really short story about how you wish you’d spent it. Can be as long or as short as you want, but make us wish we’d been there too. Oh and if you live outside the U.S., you can join the fiction part. If you were visiting during the 4th of July holiday, how do you imagine the day? GET CREATIVE!
Well, as usual with me, the truth is boring. I didn’t really do much out of the ordinary this past weekend. A bit of grilling, some wine, and just kicking back. As a devout introvert, I avoided all the festivities. While I like fireworks, I really try to avoid crowds. YouTube substituted for the real thing this year:
But this video got me thinking.
The view from above.
First contact happened at 5:45 PM on July 4th, 2016. The saucer hovered for a few moments before descending into my back yard. I stood dumbfounded by the grill, almost forgetting to turn the bratwurst.
“We come in peace.” The blue-skinned alien descended the exit ramp holding a glowing golden bottle. “And we bring Magbop. What smells so good?”
“Genuine Sheboygan bratwurst.” They are incredibly tasty. “I’ve got extra.”
Turns out Magbop is very similar to wine, but packs a bit bigger kick. By the second glass we were laughing an joking like we didn’t come from different ends of the galaxy.
As the stars started to twinkle out above, the first explosion lit the night sky.
“Invasion?” Blurg asked, like it happened all the time where he comes from.
“Nope, just fireworks.” he seemed intrigued. “Want to go see?”
“Sure.” He picked up the half empty Magbop bottle and his glass.
I staggered to my feet. “Okay, but you’re driving.”
Watching the fireworks from above, in a hovering flying saucer was one of the high points of the day.
Recovering from the Magbop hangover the next day . . . not so much.
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