My Summer Vacation
By Liz W.
My summer vacation was the best summer vacation since 1986. There was so much fun to be had and I had it. I watched an amazing 4th of July fireworks display in the pouring rain. I danced late into the night with my girlfriend while wearing neon sunglasses. I watched in horror and awe as my 6 year old son jumped from a 10 foot high dive. I counted new freckles on my arms, and watch old freckles darken each day on my face. I worried about skin cancer. I read one book after another. The last one being Amor Towels’ Rules of Civility, which left me in tears. I emailed Amor Towels about being his number one fan. I never heard back from Amor Towels. I put my tiny, 3 year old son on a school bus to camp every morning, and waved furiously as it drove away. I drank vodka martinis, and Kir. I watched my house get messier and messier. I went to the New Jersey State Fair and waved furiously as the Corn Princess rode past me in a Cinderella-inspired carriage. I jogged so much that I got shin splints. I celebrated being married to Aron for 10 years. I told my kids we’d have a kick-ass lemonade stand, but never got around to it. I vacationed with my entire family on a lake in the Poconos, and we talked about politics so loudly every morning that our neighbors heard us, and I suspect, disagreed with our views. I got a reading from a psychic and she told me to start meditating, and so I’ve started meditating because she told me to. And finally, a friend and I went through a secret door in a payphone to drink my first, but not last, Old Fashioned. The summer of ’86 has nothing on you, summer of ’16! I’m going to make you chocolate bowls filled with Nutella cake and Kahlua whipped cream. Continue reading →
