INK VIII

I just returned from Vail yesterday and spent the evening at a ranch in Parker. It was my friends Graduation/Birthday party and it resulted in one of those idyllic moments that you pray you can remember precisely as it happened. For starters, his sister initiated a softball game College Kids vs. High Schoolers. The results are unimportant mostly because his sister simply ended the game once they were ahead. Needless to say, though, it was fun and something, having lived in the city for my whole life, I had not been permitted to do in my own backyard.

After the softball game we had cheeseburgers and chili and sat around a bonfire as my friend played the guitar and sang songs by the Counting Crows and James Taylor. Between the beginning and the end of the night my friend had pulled out a box of Forth of July fireworks, the fireworks that are illegal in about every state except Wyoming. I stood amongst my best friends in the whole world, staring up at the sky that was littered by streaks of color and loud hissing sounds. I've become abnormally nostalgic lately, realizing that the next three months are the end of an era. I love these people and I will miss them dearly.

It is summer now. I am sitting outside at 10 in the morning and already getting a tan. If you're wondering about the tennis job I am still waiting to hear, but as the hours pass I am becoming less and less confident in my prospects. If I get the job, though, that would be terrific. Money, tennis, tan, kids, BFF, certainly good things would come. If I don't, though? Free Summer! So, what's wrong with that? Nothing is wrong with that at all.

Word of Advice for the Day: Remember to put things in perspective. If you don't talk to someone for three weeks because they hurt your feelings, that's three weeks less time you have to spend with them. On a separate note: Just go for it.