Holiday Hangover

Now don't get your panties in a bunch.  I'm not talking about a booze induced hangover.  I'm talking about the feeling the day after a holiday happens.  

First, here's what we did to celebrate the 4th.
 Hubs, H-Bot and I parked down in Ruston and rode our bikes to the Tacoma Freedom Fair.  

We stopped and listened to some music and found a decent spot for the airshow.

 

He didn't keep the shades on long but at least I got a picture before he threw them.

Bicycle Bill met up with us while the airshow was going on.  Since you could see it from everywhere on Ruston Way, before it ended we got up and started cruising more.  We listened to music, watched pole vaulters, and checked out stands.  H-Bot fell asleep in his bicycle seat so we stopped so he could sleep and Hubs and Bill could get some refreshments.

I was able to get him out of the seat without waking him up.  We sat in the shade while Hubs and Uncle Bill were in the beer garden.
 

 

I didn't get a picture of it, but they did a test to make sure the more expensive "larger" souvenir cups were worth the extra money and indeed bigger than a pint as advertised.  They were. 

After a while we rolled on home.  Summer, Dan, Mallery and Tony joined us for a bbq.  Unfortunetly, I didn't take many pictures and the ones I did take didn't turn out so good but here are a couple decent ones.

 

Yes, that is shortening and yes, he did put it on his corn.

 

H-Bot ate his plain.

 

Meltly strawberry angel food cake.  I cheated and use a store made cake and two containers of Cool Whip.

 

These didn't turn out as well as my cupcakes usually do.  I think it's because I used shortening instead of butter.  The cake is from scratch, the frosting is from a can because I happened to have a can of red frosting on hand.

We kind of lost track of time and didn't quite make the beginning of the fireworks show, but we saw most of it and (I think) everyone still had a good time.  I'll spare you all the blurry pictures and just post one not so blurry one.

So back to that feeling I was talking about.  The day after holidays, at least the major ones, always depresses me.  You wait and wait for that day to come and then it does and sometimes it's fun and sometimes it isn't but the next day it's all over.  And everything is back to normal.  There's no more excitement and anticipation and looking forward to family and friends getting together.  If the holiday turns out bad, you always think about what could/should have been.  If it was awesome, you mourn the loss of the fun.  I don't know if anyone else feels this way and I doubt I'm doing a very good job explaining it.  Lets just say today we're watching TV because I don't want to be alone.  I am also getting together with Mal which will definitely cheer me up.  At least until I have to go home to my house that needs cleaning.