Spent pretty much the entire day drinking Miller High Life from a coozie that said 'Listen, Cowboy, I wasn't lookin at you. I was lookin at your TRUCK!' on the roof with Laina—embodying our white trash fantasies.
We planned nothing other than our outfits and weren't sure we'd be able to see fireworks from the roof but once 8:00 hit, you couldn't NOT see fireworks. Also let's take a moment for this USA leather jacket from TSL and the photo my neighbor snapped?
Happy 5th! I hope your hangover isn't as bad as mine. I'll leave you with this: