This was the first Fourth of July that I’ve spent without my overcooking, loud family. I missed them. The night before the Fourth we would’ve been prepping for the next day. My dad would’ve had me cleaning the grill racks for his untouchable smoked ribs. My mom would’ve had me running to the grocery store a million times for different items needed to get the side dishes started. Everything from macaroni and cheese to potato salad would’ve been on the menu. My mom’s potato salad is my grandma’s favorite.
The day of the Fourth would’ve been a gorgeous day in our backyard with the swing and the music. Frankie Beverly featuring Maze is our go-to for the tunes for the BBQ.
But this year, I was in NYC without that love. Instead my roommate and I navigated our way to the South Street Seaport to watch the Macy’s fireworks. I wasn’t in the best mood, but my roommate’s cheerful persona kept me from falling into a slump. The day was gorgeous. As soon as we got into the city the sun was out, which we were afraid wasn’t going to make an appearance this weekend. We actually found our way to the seaport without losing our sense of direction or our minds, lol! We got there pretty early and got our spots.
The skyline was like nothing you’ve ever seen from that side of the BK bridge. After waiting a couple of hours, the show started at 9:30. It was so worth it. From a boat in the East River, the fireworks blew our minds.