Today we went to the Stadium of Fire. I grew up listening to The Beach Boys, so it was great to see them live. My sister loves them and has been begging to see them in concert for a year now, so my parents bought us sixth-row seats. And they were pretty good performers for old guys. We also saw Scotty McCreery perform and happened to see President Uchtdorf (not performing obviously). I liked everything except the fireworks. They were really cool, but we were sitting so close that stuff kept getting in my eyes and falling all over my clothes and hair. John even got a little welt from some firework debris. Nothing says "I'm proud to be an American" like choking on ash. Happy birthday, America.
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