I'm heading down to the suburbs in New Jersey for the 4th. After many years of living in cities, the suburbs have become a welcome refuge from the diversity, energy and ambition of city living. Upon reaching the suburbs, I shall partake in some of my favorite activities: Going to Chili's for the cheesy dip with little bits of meat in it, get a peppercorn burger, order 23-ounce glasses of Bud Light, while I hang out with people that look like all the other people that hang out at Chilis around the US. After that delight, I shall attend a multi-plex theater for a movie viewing that exists on the first floor of a building, as opposed to the 20-story theaters one finds here. Perhaps the drive home will find me at a Taco Bell drive-thru. After a good night's sleep involving the sounds of crickets, instead of transvestite puerto-rican clubgoers, I shall wake up and place a chair in the middle of the grassy, suburban backyard, from whence I will not move for over eight hours. This shall give me my fill of suburban life for the year, at which point I will return to the city to once again enjoy concrete-filled streets and people who don't like Chilis.