the fourth

The third of July was spent at Six Flags Magic Mountain, where, once again, I was reminded that mayyybe I'm getting too old for high speed, looping roller coasters and amusement parks littered with rambunctious adolescents. Despite the physical repercussions of overexertion I dealt with the next day, I still had an enjoyable time. After all, good company ensures a good time.

Anyhow, I decided to unwind the morning of the fourth by baking. I was feeling a bit patriotic and initially wanted to bake blue velvet cupcakes with white cream cheese frosting and red sprinkles, but as you can see, that didn't happen. Instead, my afternoon baking session yielded 18 red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and sprinkles.

Then off to the valley for some 4th of July festivities...

(the elderly couple dancing to live music amidst the prancing children.. so cute)

(signs like these were posted everywhere to keep the flow of foot traffic moving)

I always feel like a little kid when watching fireworks.. how can I not when they bring back fond memories of my childhood? :)