I hope everyone enjoyed Yet Another Excuse To Get Drunk Day. I'm sure puking by the beach is what our forefather's had in mind when they established this holiday. Cynical? A little. That's what ten years of 4th of July's on the beach will do to a person (though, I suppose, a small price to pay for the year-round benefits).

4th of July makes me wish I had a big boyfriend who, while kind to me and those he cares about, has no problem punching drunk lewd men who swarm the beach areas on national holidays. I'm seriously considering taking up boxing. I'm not tall or big, but, really, how much force do you need to take down a drunk guy? All you have to do is get him off his balance, and let his defunct motor skills do the rest.

I'm starting to understand how skinny little guys feel.

Just for today, I can ponder tempered violence.