as much as i love philly/city summer, there's just something about a suburban summer that can't be beat. i think it's the fresh air and driving with the windows down late at night and the perfect blend of stuff to do with ample green spaces. and the fairs. love me some fairs.
we ventured out to the sweet suburbs last week to visit our friend mary. we swam in her beautiful backyard oasis pool, played pool games (movie game! marco polo! make your hair look like martha washington!) and ate pizza & nutella brownies. i also ate a bacon-flavored dog treat because corrie told me she would buy me ice cream if i did it. spurred on by the promise of ice cream, i did it but spit it out almost immediately because that shit was far too chewy. besides, i'm a working woman. i can buy my own damn ice cream.
we then proceeded to pile into mary's suv and blast the radio and head to the local fair. we bingo'd (perhaps over enthusiastically), i got my ice cream (mint choco-chip hot fudge sundae!), played a tragic round of skeeball (mom, you would have been so disappointed), sang along with dueling pianos (this one was definitely overly-enthusiastic. people were staring. and probably thought we were under some influence. nope. just your average college students with extensive knowledge of 70's jams and absolutely no sense of shame), and felt extremely old in comparision to all the tweens running around. have you see what these kids are wearing? all the crop tops and daisy dukes? i was appalled. (please note my grandma outfit above. the ensemble really added to the whole 'disapproving old person' thing i was going for.)
at the end of the night, we all piled back into the suv with jimmy sleeping in the trunk. drove back to mary's, then back to philly. i fell asleep in the car with the warm breeze blowing in from the rolled-down windows. perfect, perfect summer night.
we ventured out to the sweet suburbs last week to visit our friend mary. we swam in her beautiful backyard oasis pool, played pool games (movie game! marco polo! make your hair look like martha washington!) and ate pizza & nutella brownies. i also ate a bacon-flavored dog treat because corrie told me she would buy me ice cream if i did it. spurred on by the promise of ice cream, i did it but spit it out almost immediately because that shit was far too chewy. besides, i'm a working woman. i can buy my own damn ice cream.
we then proceeded to pile into mary's suv and blast the radio and head to the local fair. we bingo'd (perhaps over enthusiastically), i got my ice cream (mint choco-chip hot fudge sundae!), played a tragic round of skeeball (mom, you would have been so disappointed), sang along with dueling pianos (this one was definitely overly-enthusiastic. people were staring. and probably thought we were under some influence. nope. just your average college students with extensive knowledge of 70's jams and absolutely no sense of shame), and felt extremely old in comparision to all the tweens running around. have you see what these kids are wearing? all the crop tops and daisy dukes? i was appalled. (please note my grandma outfit above. the ensemble really added to the whole 'disapproving old person' thing i was going for.)
at the end of the night, we all piled back into the suv with jimmy sleeping in the trunk. drove back to mary's, then back to philly. i fell asleep in the car with the warm breeze blowing in from the rolled-down windows. perfect, perfect summer night.