The Fourth of July started with a bang, or rather a fire. This was the view we had of the boat fire in Squalicum Harbor at approximately 5 p.m. (Photo credit: Moos) I immediately thought, "That looks way too big to be a smoke bomb."

Two people were injured and two boats were destroyed and another boat was seriously damaged, according to the Bellingham Herald story.

After watching the fire for awhile (I'm sure it helped the rescue efforts), I decided to start the food train. Carly made a smorgasbord. I ate way too much and became about as mobile as Jabba the Hut. I was limited to sitting on the couch and watching Making the Band 3. We all made our way to the balcony by 8 p.m., which was idiotic because the fireworks didn't start until 10:30.

Below us, a big Mexican family was barbecuing and playing Latin music. It was new-American patriotism. Moos was moved by the rhythm and danced to music until the fireworks started. The firework show was nice, but not spectacular. It earned a few "Ooos" and "Ahhs."

Summary: I ate chili. My mood was chill. The weather was chilly.