My sister and I went to a friend's block party which turned out to be a fun time. We rolled up in style wearing matching tank tops that we picked up at Target before the party. We looked pretty cool if I do say so myself.
The block party had a decent turnout, with about 40 people and a nice redneck vibe to it. I felt like I was back in Jacksonville at a frat party. There was corn hole, throw the Frisbee in the trashcan...which according to the internet is called kanjam, BBQ, people rocking beer drinking hats and overalls, a triple kegger and of course, the essential slip-n-slide.
Why yes, that is a keg on their neighbor's roof.
I figured the food options were going to be pretty slim for me, so I drank a fresh almond/pecan milkshake for protein and fat prior to the party and made a giant bowl of fresh fruit that I brought.
Luckily some storm clouds started rolling in later in the afternoon, which cooled things off a bit, because it was so stifling. Our friend Erika quoted it perfectly, "it's hotter than satan's ball sack out here!" Which I'd presume is pretty hot?
Luckily the storm only drizzled on us and once the sun had set, we watched their neighbor's $5,000 fire work show. Who wastes that much money on fireworks!? All for 90 minutes worth of entertainment. That's $55 going up in flames every minute. They were mesmerizing, but I couldn't help but think about the Independence so many people and animals don't have, even in America.
So many beautiful souls that will never experience the joy of freedom. Something that every creature should have the right to experience. It breaks my heart to know helpless, terrified animals are locked in cages; chained, tortured and killed in filthy slaughterhouses and factories. There is no celebration for these animals. For the animals who never see daylight. In pain, locked up like prisoners... in cages, abused, beaten helplessly awaiting death. No FREEDOM, no playing, no running, no laughing, no love. Just misery until they die and end up becoming the meat we squirt ketchup and mustard on, while we dress up in red, white and blue.
In that moment as I stared up into the sky and watched $5000 worth of fireworks light up the world around me, I almost started crying.
On a lighter note, it was my mom's birthday on the 4th, so I surprised her with a drawing of Jesus.
The original painting is titled Prince of Peace by Akiane Kramarik and the story behind it is pretty cool. In a nutshell, there was a little boy who died and was later revived. When he awoke, he told his family he went to Heaven and met Jesus. His parents showed him various pictures of Jesus, but every time, their son would tell them that the photo doesn't look like him. It wasn't until his parents came across a painting that an eight-year-old prodigy named Akiane painted. This young girl paints based on visions she has from Heaven. When his parents showed their son a picture of the painting, the boy started screaming 'that's him!'
Let's make this world a better place. For every being. #GoVegan