The below image describes pretty much every night for city dwellers between late June and mid July (the rest of the year, we’re pretty sure it’s gunfire):

We made this one, but here’s more of the “Fry Meme” if you’re interested.

We aren’t just “America” here in St. Louis, we’re Middle America, the “Heartland”, right in the center! If someone would to motorboat lady America’s giant boobs, their nose would be rubbing St. Louis. As such, we love the Fourth of July and all the crap that comes with it: funnel cakes, tank tops, cut off jean shorts, washed up 90s bands playing loudly, and fireworks. Oh and if you think our patriotism is as fleeting as our love/hate relationship with Cardinal relief pitchers, it’s not! It doesn’t wear off with sweat, it doesn’t fade in the sun…but it does apparently wash off in the rain.