The Fourth of July: A National Holiday That's 90% Barbecue and 10% Deciding Who Drives to Get More Ice.

The Fourth of July is less of a holiday and more of a full-contact team sport. The goal: to survive a day of sun, smoke, and questionable decisions. We gather to perform the ancient American ritual of charring meat until it’s either a lump of coal or a mystery. The flag waves majestically on a flimsy pole, the bald eagle is nowhere to be seen, and you’re pretty sure that noise isn't a firecracker, it's just your Uncle Bob's indigestion.

This is our sacred time for fireworks that are either a spectacular show of light or a disappointing fizzle. We celebrate our nation’s independence by standing around, swatting mosquitos, and silently judging who brought the store-bought potato salad. Our designs are a salute to the people who truly embody the spirit of the day: the ones who master the grill, the ones who bring the good sparklers, and the ones who still believe that a little bit of chaos is what makes life truly great.