I never wrote about our recent Fourth of July festivities. Matt and I went to a party at our friend Marc’s place on Third Avenue in Village to have drinks and food in his apartment and then watch the fireworks from his roof. (Marc is the boyfriend of Matt P.) We were, of course, able to walk there from our new place – yay! We had a terrific view from the roof. At one point, before it got completely dark, the Fuji blimp was almost directly above us, looking huge. As it got darker, the roof filled a crowd of families and kids and adults. Then the fireworks began, and we watched them while listening to the accompanying music over someone’s radio — Sousa, Gershwin, John Williams, etc. I stood with my back against Matt’s chest and stomach, and he put his arms around me, and we watched the multi-colored display with some of our friends nearby. It was a real treat and probably one of the better Fourths I’d had in a while.