As the summer is fading away, I love that my beach towel still smells like the beach. Like summer.
I loved this summer. So, so many memories. Most all of them good. (At the moment, I honestly can't remember a bad moment.) Here are just a few to give you a taste.
Lovely days at the beach are beatable by very few things. Waking up early(ish) on a Saturday morning to head to Penn Station so we could head to Long Beach on the 9:22 express train was always a rush. But sooo worth it an hour or so later when we were setting up camp for the day and slathering on the sunscreen. Except for that time when I managed to FRY my legs. We'd bask in the sun, or in my case the shade of my umbrella and large sunhat, and laugh and play and talk about celebrity gossip until we couldn't handle it anymore. Cold ocean water called our names. The waves are cold at first, but even the shock is welcome from the heat the summer can bring. After a long day, which was usually never long enough, we'd head back to the city completely exhausted and happy as clams.
There was the time Malia and I went to Harry Connick, Jr. on Broadway. We decided to buy the "cheap" tickets in the balcony almost in the very back since we were going for the music and his sweet, sweet voice. Then someone from the show asked us if we wanted two extra tickets she had downstairs in the orchestra, for free. Yes, please! We didn't know until we were seated that they were 10th row center. Amazing.
Then there was a wonderful when Kirby (Paris friend) was in the city. We had the most lovely day together. Moaz falafels. Pinkberry. The Met. Thai food. A walk around the Reservoir in Central Park. Talking just like no time had passed. I love Kirby - her gift of gab and her love of life.
My birthday. I LOVE my birthday. My sisters and my mom and anyone else who's known me forever can tell you how much I love my birthday. When I was younger, I would start planning my birthday months in advance. You may think this is a little crazy. But it's not. I'm just a planner (that's what I get paid to do, after all) and like to be prepared. The whole day was so much fun! Texts, Facebook messages, cupcakes, g-chats, phone calls, treats, visits all day long from friends new and old, cookies, manicure at lunch (I treated myself). I was seriously feeling the love. That night, my wonderful roommates planned a most memorable evening. We saw "Grease Sing-Along" at a theater in the East Village. Yes, "Grease" along with all the words to the songs and animation came up on the screen. We sang our little hearts out. "Summer Lovin". "Greased Lightning". You name it, we sang it. After we'd all lost our voices, or at least I had, we headed back to my apartment where my roommates had decorate our back terrace with twinkle lights, stars, sunflowers and lots and lots of cookies and treats. A girl - this one in particular - couldn't have asked for a more perfect day.
That's all for now folks. Stay tuned for more summer memories...And maybe if you're lucky I'll post some pictures one of these days.
