If there is a better way to celebrate the holiday weekend, a way that does not somehow involve cheap champagne, and watching 10,000 BC in a group of delightfully snarky people, and sweet-charred corn on the cob, and dog run/walks, and mosquito bites, and new poems, and pools, and last galley proofs, and the creation of mini dark chocolate-fresh raspberry-studded cheesecakes, and lake breezes, and grilled chicken, and waking up from a dream in which you were in section 1 and in the weeds to learn that it's only Sunday morning and the coffee's ready, and Larry Brown and finishing up a novel you seriously barely understood but enjoyed anyway ... well, then I don't want to hear it.
How bad is 10,000 BC, you ask? Let me say only two words: killer. Ostriches. Seriously, add champagne and that shit is delicious.
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