summerfest was ok, old 97s rocked... they didnt play question though. Plans to go to chicage fell through, no ride and when someone was actually going to come out and pick me up... they get in a fucking accident. Oh well. Been drunk for the last 4 nights... i gotta take a couple sober days, shits starting to catch up with me. Sat on my bro's roof tonight and watched 4 seperate firework shows at the same time... not bad. Saturday yielded a party that ended in dancing girls in a garage. Damn my morals. Several girls came back to my bro's place with us to continue drinking after the other party... and this girl really wanted to get down to business, but i pretty much consider a girl off limits after she has had a few. So the night ended as it usually does, me walking home to pass out by my lonesome but hey,maybe i can meet up with her later in the week when she's not spiflicated. Thats all i got. 
sounds like you properly celebrated the holiday. wish i could say the same.