Most of you already know that I detest summer. I hate heat. I hate humidity. I hate flip-flops (mostly out of jealousy because I can’t wear them since I find them uncomfortable).<\/p>\n
But there are a handful of good things I associate with summer:<\/p>\n
1 – Provincetown. I like to make a few pilgrimages every summer and I’m hoping my first of the season will be next weekend. As long as my guesthouse has an air-conditioner in the window, I’m fine. I love the people watching on the beach, I love the vitalitity of the street scene, I love the nightly cabaret shows, I love the architecture and seascapes.<\/p>\n
2 – Big Brother! Last night was the season premiere. This year, the 7th, is an “all-star” season. I must admit I was a bit disappointed at who the public (and producers) voted in. I mean, come on. Allison? Mike “Boogie”? Jase? ugh. At least Kaysar,\u00a0Will,\u00a0and Janelle will make things interestings. But, dammit, I wanted Bunky back in there.<\/p>\n
3 – Fruit. I love going to my neighborhood produce stand and getting cheap strawberries, blueberries and blackberries. Last summer they had quarts for $1.50…and one time when I went they were two-for-one! It beats off-season prices of $4.99 for only a pint.<\/p>\n
4 – North End Feasts! It’s an Italian tradition to have feasts nearly every weekend during summer. The first big one (that I can tell…unless I missed some while in Europe) takes place this Sunday a block from my apartment. Nothing says summer like thousands of Italians filling the streets, selling unhealthy sausages and pastries, stringing lights from building to building, and pinning dollar bills to tacky religious statues.<\/p>\n
And that, folks, is how I spent my summer vacation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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