4th of July Picnic

Like every red-blooded American, I celebrated the 4th of July with patriotic dignity and a big fat juicy hamburger. Where better to do that than at the British Embassy, where I could stick it in the face of our former overlords with a "ha-ha! Look who the imperialist is now!" I wanted to wear my American flag t-shirt, but Patrícia "talked" me out of it.

Actually I behaved myself quite well, particularly considering that I was not able to drink anything because of the new drunk driving law in Brazil that makes 0.02 the legal limit. And because I need a little to loosen up my dancing parts, I had to watch Patrícia have much more fun than me in the Parrot Perch, the Embassy's outdoor bar/dance floor. I sort of danced, but not really, just that dorky, stuffed-shirt white guy thing. The sauced up Brits and Brazilians were really funny to watch dance.

I did have a really good hamburger with some great homemade barbecue sauce.

We went home at 2 am.