I’m living two months outside the official start of summer, and just a few weeks from when my dearest friends will (finally) leave college and join me on this ‘real world’ excursion.
Summer wish list:
1. Chicago Blues Festival, Chautauqua, South Branch
2. A grill, which brings an appropriate number of cookouts and reason for me to listen to The Clarks again, because I’m fairly certain the Someday Maybe album provides the fuzzy pink insulation of my well-developed music soul, and I can’t really get sick of Scott Blasey.
3. An otherwise established level of promiscuity, or just a friendliness that will generate involvement with people who are not otherwise dating, married, or gay. As my track record is plummeting.
4. Maybe fewer mosquito bites. But I’ll take them for my figurative team if I have a line in the water or a book in my lap.
Life is changing, there’s a blue flame dying and a sparkler igniting, and I’m looking forward to where it brings me.
I love this.