I stayed up til one on the third, turning four ducks into duck gumbo with a roasted duck on the side.
At 6 am, The Oldest Daughter and I drove a truck to the beach, secured good parking and rode our bikes back home.
We marched in the Kailua Fourth of July Parade (or, as we called it, Kailua's Parade of Political Candidates) with the YMCA Y-Adventure Guides and then there were guests and kids in the backyard on the slip-n-slide for hours, the toddler played in her little pool, there were hot dogs, hamburgers, brats, duck gumbo, chips, and what-have-you.
Fireworks are legal here (not aerials, though) so we blew up some stuff and watched the aerobatics show over the beach from the house before walking back to the beach for the fireworks show. We were <200 yards from the barge where they launched from, so they were right over our heads. We were pelted by pieces of the cardboard shells, cinders and the occasional flaming item. It was a little windy too. 6 kinds of awesome; the show was good and there was an element of danger. Then we got in the truck so the kids wouldn't complain all the way back to the house. Everyone fell asleep within minutes of getting home.
It was a very very stereotypical "American" Fourth of July.