Sunbathing, reading, and a bike ride is a typical day in Newport Beach, but the Balboa peninsula aims for a temporary facelife every 4th of July. Door to door partying, bike parades, parking tickets and heavy crowds of people pushing their way into local bars and restaurants, are just a few distinct characteristics of such a day. It's madness. It has become nothing more than a faded memorie to me. But this year, I intend to bring this memorie back.
First step to accomplishing my goal this year is a 3-mile bike ride through a huge park that separates me from Lori Vu's party. BBQ, pool, waterslide and beer pong can all be found at her 4th of July party, or any time of year for that matter. Hours worth of beer pong and disgusting shots of liquor, I hop on my beach cruiser, giving full control of my safety to the gaurdian looking over me, I set sail, headed homebound, legally drunk.
That was the last I remember of the 4th. There were no fireworks, no Newport Pennesula, just a another chance to take a jab at living life in a much smarter way. Thank goodness.
The third-row bench seat splits in half and folds up easily against the sidewalls making a lot of space for cargo.
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