The 4th of July and Thanksgiving are the hardest days for an American living in Berlin (or anywhere in Europe for that matter) because no one gives a FUCK about those two holidays anywhere but America. Yanks tend to flock together on those two Holidays whilst abroad. It's pissing down cold rain today through a very gray sky and although Motorhead is playing (at an outside gig) tonight, I will probably just avoid too many outdoor activities "When the rain comes, they run and hide their heads, ya might as well be dead, when the rain comes, when the raaaaaaaaaain comes".
I have an interview with a journalist for German VOGUE anyways and would rather just sit with her over a cup of tea in one of hundreds of lovely cafes around my area after I have a well sheltered jog (hat, rain coat, etc). The Hard Rock Cafe is always fun on the 4th and Turkey day, but oh, so many tourist cram in there.. No barbeque's going on that I know of, sigh. Wish I was floating down the Chattanooga River in Georgia in a big inflated tire tube sipping a beverage with the Leckners in the Sun. THAT is my idea of a good 4th of July.