We came home and I showered, and then we went over to Linnea & Jay's for almost the rest of the day. Practically everybody from the Bead Factory showed up, and they almost all brought their significant others and any children they may have had. So it was quite a crowd for most of the day. There were four people named Chris there at once I believe.
It was a lot of fun, except at one point I started to feel nauseous and light-headed and all that, so I got a cupfull of ice and Linnea made me go upstairs and lie down for a bit. It made me all better, except that I completely lost my appetite after that for some reason.
Oh, also later on in the evening after most people had left to go on a tugboat (I s--t you not) someone cried out in alarm about the alarming amount of blood that was escaping from my heel. Apparently I had cut open the back of my heel just below my Achilles Tendon. Apparently I have absolutely no nerves in that part of my body, because I felt nothing. I went in and washed it off and Linnea dug up some Neo-Sporin for me, so everything was good baby (that Neo-Sporin didn't even sting or anything — no nerves to sting).
Much later in the evening, like approaching 10:00-ish, everybody remaining (except Geoff & Brandy, on account of Brandy equals having a little bit of a cold) went on up to Mark & Viki's house to watch them set off some real fireworks. That whole neighborhood goes nuts on the 4th. It was like watching an un-choreographed fireworks show that originated from many angles instead of just one.