Anyway, it is probably because we are from Roswell, New Mexico that we have begun to all meet up on the 4th of July... because in 1997, the 50th anniversary of the UFO's (as you can see I dropped the "allegedly" -- don't hate) crash.
So for the 50th anniversary a gigantic anniversary party was planned in Roswell. Roswell houses about 50,000 people. When the first convention of sorts was held, the town size nearly tripled over 4th of July weekend. Now, when I say tripled means that the original Roswell-ites were out numbered by twice as many "aliens." The aliens that invaded this time were clothed in foil hats, plastic antennae covered in glitter, tutu's, striped stokings, black cloaks, green body paint, and anything else you could imagine an alien wannabe to be wearing.
So, since this invasion took place on the 50th anniversary was such a huge success -- success in Roswell means that there were actually visitors of any type -- they (the city folk) decided to hold this convention every year.
So, we non-alien donned humans got smart and decided to never again stay in Roswell for the 4th of July. This year the escape was made to Vegas, and I couldn't be happier!! Mom, Dad and Alison all made the 12 hour drive to come see us and spend a few days - as Dad would say - chillin' and grillin'!!
A special shout out to my nephew who was born to have fireworks on his birthday every year... love you Becks, Happy Birthday!!
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