Tonight was one of those ideal summer nights.
The kind of night where you sit on the front porch, relishing the warm air and the darkness surrounding you and the rising sound of crickets.
I love the crickets.
And you sit there and realize that you are experiencing perfect happiness. Until you notice that the widow across the street is totally spying on you through her blinds. But even that can't bring you down, so you just smile and laugh at the fact that your neighbors watch your every move, and soon you're going back to school so they'll have to find a new subject.
As far as days go, today was pretty swell. I love it when things turn out better than you expect.
So here's to new apartments, Batman, a chef named Joe Hicks that makes BLTs with "mother loving", my apparent inner Jew, smirking, the ever-delicious hot dog, Miniature Tigers, Pavarotti, and blackberries.
Now all I need is a snow cone, and I'll call Summer '09 a roaring success.