The last few weeks of the school year are always the most wonderful. The weather is perfect and everyone is stir-crazy from writing finals and we are recognizing how soon we will no longer be neighbors or classmates. So we take to the courtyard for long afternoons of food and drink and music and laughs and loves.
My tan, at this point, is incredible. For the first week of May, it might be unprecedented. Watch out, Fletch, I may have even surpassed your winter whitest!
My refrigerator and cupboards are full of BBQ supplies and all the fruit in the universe.
My camera battery died at the party today (that never happens!) because there have been so many things needing photographing, lately.
My feet are thrashed -- I've been spending so much time without shoes! The dank!
It's hard to figure out how much to celebrate and how much to study and how much to grieve, you know? This year is particularly poignant because we have some graduates and some interns and some non-interns and some 4th-year interns and it's just so confusing because there are some people who are currently critical to my everyday existence and at the end of this month I either won't see them for over a year or won't know when I'll see them again.
I don't like that very much.
But what I do like -- very much -- is how sunny it was today. And how I didn't get sunburned -- not one bit because I reapplied sunscreen like I was my own mother! And how we had a keg for the first time since college. And how we played music on the grass until we ran out of songs we knew. And how we did it all because two people we love very dearly are marrying each other next month.
I like that very much.