summertime sadness
As a New Englander you gain a strong appreciation for summer days, summer nights, summer moments, summer minutes. After the winter from hell (how ironic), this one was well deserved. Every second of sunshine counts when your skin has reached vampire status after 9 months in hibernation.
We go on a photo posting spree of Sam Summer in frosty pints, our legs crossed on a lounge chair, (OMG! cute pedi, is that gel?!), and obviously the classic bro photos on the golf course. Except for the days that it's a little bit humid, and it's in the 90s, and you have to work - on those days we bitch and complain and post pictures of the digital thermometers in our cars with captions like, "OMG CAN'T TAKE THIS HEAT." Then we are ungrateful little bastards that will probably slip on the first patch of ice that appears this Winter (yea Karma, get 'em)... but usually, we soak it in and bask in it's warm glory.
I've been slackin' on my bloggin' because of all the amazing celebrations that get jammed into these quick months - so it's only fair that I share a little taste of the summer delights I've been getting into lately...
From the major moments (just spending the rest of your lives together people, NBD), to the twenty minutes that I escape work madness to sit and sip a perfectly made iced coffee on the beach alone (key word: alone), summer has been fab. Other than the fact that it's f-f-f-f-f-reaking (biting my tongue on my preferred F word) going by so quickly. Goal for the next few weeks is to cram as much in as possible, and to really appreciate the longer days and warmer nights. I've still got a dual 30th birthday bash for two of my favorite goons, a week home with my fam, and a camping trip at the Lake on the books before we bring it to a close so I know that I will be getting a little more gas out of this one. However, I will embrace this song while doing so, because I enjoy situational songs and because Lana Del Ray is a babe. I won't truly be sad though, until I can't wear flip flops anymore.
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OH ALSO: before my head explodes because this has been weighing on me so heavily. Let us please discuss the Real Housewives of Melbourne. Never have I more sincerely uttered the words "WHAT THE FUCK" (sorry that time I had to use that F word) out loud in an empty room to my TV before. This show has left me in utter confusion. Please, give me guidance if you have any. If you haven't watched yet (you're not a true housewives fan and we can't talk, jk, no not jk), I suggest you give it a go if for nothing more than the fact that one of the women proclaims herself as a Psychic and she's dead serious. You have outdone yourselves Bravo. And here I was thinking that the Miami season was as weird as it could get...
Soak in your summer peeps, it's going to be gone before we know it --- but it isn't yet. So YOLO + keep this summer going strong. #summertimestrong