First, my drink: Well, they started classy and have only gotten worse… Started with Champagne and six packs of various brewskies at school, transitioned to Seven and Sevens as well as Gin and Tonics during the few times I drank during the hunk of the summer, and then settled for (prepare yourself) Natty Ice near the end.
The appetizer: Senior Week - what a riot that was. Remember those meatballs at prom? Me either.
The Main Course: This wasn’t an Italian wedding meal with 5 courses. One big entrée. So it had to be good. This summer it was Camp Pendalouan. Friggin loved it. Got paid for teaching self defense, canoeing, archery, and swim lessons to 7 year olds, making inappropriate jokes that go over the kids heads but make my co-counselors laugh, going kayaking or sailing around for a whole afternoon, going on hikes, mountain bike rides or making the biggest bondfire I have EVER seen.
But that’s over now. It was a LONG summer camp season and it always ends at the perfect time. Don’t know how good I would have been at my job if another group of teens had come in this week. So now I’m home, decompressing and preparing for what lies ahead…
DESERT! Chillaxing time. Watching movies, seeing my friends off to college, hanging out in beautiful summertime Chicago. Also, my grandma’s 90th birthday is during labor day so I’ll be up at a relatives’ lakeside cabin for a few days before school starts. And somewhere in between all that, I’m hoping to make a few hundred bucks working a week at a raspberry farm in ND, and I’m hoping to go on a camping trip with my some of my OP buddies… So we’ll see.
And then on Sept. 14th, the restaurant known as Summer closes for the season. And then my junior year of college.
