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 my cousin and 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. So that was glam. Also how bomb is 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: