EllyRox

Time for swimming, and nostalgia, and road trips to the shore. I really like summer.

Well…I really like swimming, and grilling things, and going to the beach. So, in that way I like summer. In the “sun is trying to kill me” way, I enjoy it somewhat less. Despite being 2/3 Italian, I crisp up if I’m in the sun for 5 minutes too long. That being said, I am going to brave the outdoors for two parties this coming weekend, the annual “Pool opener” and my family’s Memorial day party.

I’m braving the elements for you, because if you’re reading this you’re probably one of my friends who I’ve hounded with the link to this blog because I think I’m witty and funny(You do too, say it! Saaaay it!) I’m going to expose my tender flesh to the dangers of the outside world so that we can all drink and have a good time together. I hope you appreciate it.

I’m excited. Swimming, booze, fire. What could go wrong? It’s going to be the best. I have no idea how many people will be there but I don’t really care! In years past we’ve had small parties of like ten or so people, and one year, the year it rained of course, (causing us to kill every drop of alcohol by midnight) there were almost 60 people wedged into my back yard. Once the rain stopped we all went swimming anyway, so all’s well and that.

Summer is awesome, because people visit from out of town, and I get to see old friends. Seeing old friends is probably the number one reason I put up with all of facebook’s nonsense. I’m a very loyal person, and I like to keep my friends. I still talk to a few girls I’ve known since kindergarten. I’m not a fan of that whole ‘reason, season, or lifetime’ BS. If I decide someone is good people, I stick with them.

Not in a creepy Kathy Bates in Misery kind of way, but much like a gang, you’re here for good, if you want to leave; you have to get stomped out. I’m also pretty forgiving, so to get axed from my life, you probably have to be a repugnant human being. Occasionally, someone will prove themselves unworthy of my friendship and I recoil from them like a Westboro Baptist member from a rainbow flag (with less hissing/ Bible verses.)

Seriously, though, I will cut you.

Regardless, me and those still in my good graces, we’re going to have fun, you like fun right? That’s what I thought. Shhhhh… Just come.