fireworks and golf-club-walking-sticks

For fourth of July, we went to Oregon Ridge Park up in Baltimore County (where's it's a lot less hot). Our friend works for the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra and had extra tickets to the BSO's Star Spangled Spectacular, so we all went together. The concert was lovely, featuring patriotic compositions and military theme songs and such, and the fireworks afterward were fantastic.






On the walk back to the car, Tim looked so ridiculous (as usual) that I snapped this photo:



It's hard to see because it was so dark and I don't have a flash on my phone, but he was wearing bathing suit shorts, a button-up short-sleeved white shirt half buttoned, brown socks up to his calves and brown shoes, and a large cooler slung on his side like a messenger bag. If you think that's bad, the worst part was that he was walking with the aid of two golf clubs--using them as makeshift walking sticks.

 If anyone has had the pleasure of walking through the woods or going on a hike with Tim and me, you probably know that Tim always has to find a big stick to use as a walking stick because he thinks it's cool. He thinks it makes him look extra rugged or something.  I inevitably have to steal this walking stick and either throw it into the woods like a javelin or break it in half because he's taking himself too seriously. ahaha. It's one thing to have a walking stick if you're climbing a mountain, but if you're just walking in the woods, you DON'T NEED A WALKING STICK! (If anyone is reading this and thinks I'm just mean, you're probably right. But I'm mostly joking and he knows it). Nevertheless, I could not javelin his golf-club-walking-sticks because there were too many people around and those TaylorMades are too valuable to discard. Oh well. Tim is just a crazy guy.