FOURTH OF JULY

CELEBRATING AMERICAN TRADITION LIKE THE FOUNDING FATHERS INTENDED:

 A HOW TO- BY FAME💋

The weekend started off with white claws at Montrose beach. A humble day that ended with LSD rooftop pool and pizza(sounds like a birthday party for a 5th grader at the Latin School). Spent the night asleep on the couch watching stranger things. like I said, humbled. 

The next day begins with a wake up and brunch- I will never complain about an over priced breakfast, I simply cannot bear to serve myself food before 6 pm. 

keeps me fed. 

After brunch comes the Fourth of July weekend of any middle-American teenagers dreams. 

Lake House in central Michigan

We stop at arguably the smallest gas station in the entire state of Indiana 5 minutes outside of Gary (Which says a lot considering Indiana LOVES a kitschy gas station). 

We drive 2 hours through corn until we reach a town with...

population: lake house

boats: abundant

trump flags: raised 

underage drinking: in a basement 

golf carts: crashing 

In a town with a BP gas station and dollar general without a single house that didn't touch water, it is safe to assume not a soul resides here when the UV isn't at 6(lowest)

we arrive at the house- 

White Claws: cracked before we can even take our shoes off. 

Before I can finish the first claw and hit a Michigan brand vape I am being buckled into a life vest and put on the back of a jet ski...

It is vital to note- this is the teen movie summer dream of FAME from 6 years ago. I was never brought to a central Michigan lake house, never been on a jet ski, actively avoided boats from the age of nothing to 17... drowned as a child and doesn't like swimming in large bodies of water for longer that 30 seconds. 

I spent my summer vacations hiking on mountains, and off roads in farming vehicles- not on boats

ANYWAY '

 I have barely been able fathom the fact of where I am let alone decide what character Im going to play for the weekend, but Im on a jet ski, so exposed to such large body of water- I am going 35 mph holding onto bestie for dear life. 

bestie is crazy- bestie also grew up in Michigan 

we are lapping circles to create waves and hop them. the jet ski which was once parallel to the water is now tilted a full 90 degrees. I am side-ways, convinced that if I end up in this water, separate from bestie or jetski, I will be dead. No ifs, ands, buts, about it- I will be gone. 

As I am writing this 3 days out- I am still feeling every muscle in my body screaming. If this is what old people feel like Im not lasting that long. 

Once I am off the jet ski and properly motion sick I am playing beer die. Why anyone would think putting a freshly shaken fake 21-19 year old into a game of aim mixed with hand eye coordination... and have the audacity to think it was going to work...

As the White Claws kept flowing, the sun set and white girl ran dry... all through the house every creature was stirring... and slurring. 

The next day became much more sober as the hang overs would not allow much more than sip of water next to a single McDonalds chicken nugget. We take the boat out to the sand bar where we lay on the boat, sit in the sun and hit the vape until the trump flags flying are blurred by the cloud of flavored air. 

Something so picturesque about a middle America summer, yet so tainted by the people who are simultaneously enjoying the same moment. I guess that's celebrating independence. 

There is a lot more I could say about the things that happened this Fourth of July in Chicago. But I cant bear to be angry or heart felt in this blog post where I talk about such light hearted and more than all, privileged things I got to do this weekend. 

Mitch MccOldFuck can suck my dick and he knows what he's done. It is not my job nor place to spread awareness for gun control in this country on my stupid blog- If y'all want political advice or opinions go somewhere else. 

The weekend ended with eating 3 packs of gas station pickles while driving through Gary Indiana for the second time. 

TBH a W 

I am just now coming back to this blog post 2 months later on September 2nd. It has been a long time since this trip to Michigan and it's fair to say that FAME is in a different moment.

She's more of a slut now, back then she was falling back into living Chicago. Now Chicago has settled, traumatized her all over again, and she's back to kicking bullshit around. 

Though I would like to get back into the value in a Typical American Dream Summer Vacation. Something so dreamy about middle-of-nowhere-Hicksville-beer-drinking that is just so pivotal to a summer. Maybe I'm a midwestern girl and I love the trashy shit that this region has to offer- but you gotta shake what your momma gave you when you live in the kind-of landlocked armpit of the US. 

WONDERING- We have Lake Michigan, so does that reap chicago of its so-called LandLocked title given by mfers from the coasts? We have water, its just not an ocean... leave your thoughts in the comments that I don't know how to use. 

Considering this post is from 2 months ago and Im currently supposed to be taking notes on Vietnamese history, Im going to call this post officially OVER

with Love, shake ASS, and go to SCHOOL,

FAME💋