My 4th of July was so wholesome, I nearly crapped an American flag.
Some friends live on a block in Noe Valley (an upscale neighborhood in San Francisco) and hold an annual 4th of July block party. The date roughly coincides with the birthday of their son, so they invited a bunch of friends to join them. This year we made the cut.
The street was blocked off so it was safe for kids to play. Dozens of them ran, skated, and scooted all afternoon. There was also a big bounce house, a water balloon fight, and a kid-friendly rock band called Playdate that was fronted by the birthday kid's mom. I roamed outside for hours, chatting with other parents, grooving to the tunes, and soaking up the surprise sunshine.
I marvelled at how Norman Rockwell the whole scene was (assuming that Norman liked to rock) until Daisy burst the wholesomeness bubble.
"I'm the bartender!" she announced, stationing herself in the garage, behind the table of appetizers and booze. Several other six year olds joined her, to form the cutest and most illegal bartending crew you've ever seen.
Mostly they poured water, but soon their skills escalated. After a while they mastered the bottle opener, but I really didn't begin to worry until Daisy politely approached me and asked, "Dad, you like tequila, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, but not now."
"We got a bottle. You like tequila! I'll get you some!"
"It's ok, sweetie. I really don't want any tequila."
"Are you sure? We've got tequila. You like it!"
I assured her that I was not interested in doing tequila shots, and she eventually gave up. Other parents looked at me with facial expressions that were half bemused and half aghast. "She's a bit of an enabler," I explained.
Daisy went back into the garage, but soon reemerged with bottles of Corona in each hand. They were professionally garnished with slices of lime. She and her bartending crew then began going from person to person, offering their refreshments. The party host looked on nervously. "Oh, ha ha, I hope there are no police around," he muttered.
"The police can't stop this sort of thing. They might shut down this garage speakeasy, but these kids will just open their operation in some other garage. You know how kids are." I explained.
He nodded knowningly.
Although no one got busted, I guess it wasn't quite the wholesome 4th of July it could have been. We did go see fireworks though! It was blustery. Welcome to summer in San Francisco.