Summer is usually reserved for relaxing and over indulging, which are both wonderful things as long as you are financially secure with extra money blossoming out of the tiny crevasses in your apartment and so skinny that you look like a Dickensian reject in a romper.
Yes, we like to fantasize about the summertime as life being uninterrupted by, well, life. Kudos to those
You know who loves summertime and for almost next to nothing (not counting family vacations and various arts/sports camps)? Kids. Those lazy little dweebs* who, after a year of apparently not learning any grammar that they will actually apply to the most common activities in their lives, texting and interwebbing, have suddenly earned the right to a couple months off. From what, I ask you? Who cares? It is summer and for some reason, nature insists that everyone must enjoy their lives and their surroundings for approximately 2 months, until it is so ungodly hot that you have a heat stroke if you even think about stepping outside.
The Summer will demand that you marvel at it's awesomeness.You really don't have a choice, so why honor it by:
sunbathing on the rooftop terrace of your kinda rich aunt's beach condo that faces the ocean and reading something you saw the detached but cool looking girl at the non Starbuck's coffee shop reading,
floatin' down the crik' with a cooler full of beer in the tube next to you while talking to your bff on your cell phone about the latest episode of True Blood (it starts next week, y'all!)
or opening all the windows in your apartment, fixing a pitcher of sweet tea and bourbon and inviting your 20 closest friends to come have a bad movie marathon.
And for the love of god- don't forget to indulge in all those summer treats. If you have country cousins, disguise a visit to pick all their wild strawberries and blackberries with a need to go off roading with them. Once you are smothering that fresh baked berry cobbler with french vanilla ice cream, you won't regret it.
Put on your shortest shorts, or jorts, if you must, light a shit ton of citronella candles and try not to punch your coworker at the company bbq while they talk about how they dragged their husband away from the golf course at the country club and took their skeletor-ish daughters, their skeletor-ish daughters' douchy boyfriends, their parents and all 50 of their neices and nephews on their 250th visit to Disney world (and 25th visit to Harry Potter world, even if they don't "support witchcraft").
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Slow Down, Molasses - Late Night Radio
Bruce Peninsula - Light Flight
Volcano Playground - Waiting
Lake - Roger Miller
*It is important to note that I don't really think all kids are lazy little dweebs... just yours. (hey, jokes)