Which is the first thing I hear to start the day.
It's kind of like when my best friend found out. He came into my room one morning and saw my pj pants on the floor next to my bed. He took a long look at them and said "are those your pj pants?" and I said "yes." Then he said "are you sleeping with no pants on right now?" and I said, "yes." Then over breakfast he told every person that was present in the house about my new sleeping habit. Everybody laughed, and then my sister Lucy simply said, "I do that sometimes too!"
But anyway, I've never uploaded a video of my own on here yet, so I'm going to give it a shot. If it doesn't work...then deal with it. And what other video to choose but this one:
This is how summer goes. I am one of the boys. I love winter so much, I love hot coffee, scarves, snowboarding, snowflakes, snowstorms, snow angels, beanies, and sleeping like a bear under my blankets. But there is something about picnics, flip flops, Duxbury beach, Corona (or Bud Light Lime), playing guitar outside, and sitting on the front porch that just makes me so happy. I think I like Spring better than Summer. So I cannot wait for Spring let's just say.
My favorite summer story has to be from the Vineyard. I call it the "role reversal" day. The way our week at the Vineyard house goes is that my sisters and I can have our boyfriends come and stay for about two nights, but they can't all stay at once. Same for my best friend Shroeder. And same for my parents friends too. So it happened to be a day where I had no one over, and it was a day that my parents best friends were hanging out, as well as my grandmother and my aunt. So, instead of my parents being responsible and hospitable, they decided to go out to the beach ALL day and leave my grandmother and aunt to fend for themselves. But it was okay, because my sisters and I were with them. (The kids are taking the role of the adults, and the adults are taking the role of the kids.) So they were all like, "Peace out! We're going to party at the beach all day and we won't be back til LATE! La la la!" Then they peeled off in the Jeep and left us in the dust.
But anyway, they went to the beach all day. And got very tipsy with their friends. And apparently (as the story was told to us later) my dad had asked a twenty something year old girl for a bottle opener, to which she just took the beer and twisted the cap off for him.
So the funny part of this story is this. I ran out of beer, which obviously is something that I will not stand for. We have a market right down the street from our house, so I started walking to it. All by my lonesome. I'm about halfway there when I see this silver Jeep with the top down come speeding down the road, and I can hear the shitty music blasting and my mom and her friend's happy screams. I saw that the man behind the wheel was wearing a bright yellow sleeveless shirt and a doo rag, so there was no mistake that it was my dad. I was hoping that they wouldn't notice me walking, but of course, they did and they screeched to a halt next to me on the side of the road. I could barely hear anything over the MAGIC 106.7 that they were blasting (it was probably something like Bryan Adams "Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman" or some shit like that). So they turn the radio down a little bit and started talking to me about their crazy day on the beach. Meanwhile I am looking around at the people walking and driving by, giving a look like "What? I don't know these people, they are simply just asking me for directions," to which I thought about starting to randomly point to things to give the illusion that they were lost. My mom and her friend were in the back of the Jeep and while I was talking to them, my dad just decides to peel off while they were in mid sentence. As they sped down the road, I could hear my mom's friend scream "I wasn't DONE talking to Jen!" I felt relieved that they were out of my hair, and continued on my mission.
I really hope that pool video up there works.
Song: "Song For You" by Alexi Murdoch.
-Jenny
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