August

The season of summer is my very favorite. And so, it's hard for me to believe that it's already August. Please summer, never leave me. Today was my official first day of summer vacation. With school ending in June, and my summer camp job ending on Friday, I am finally freeee. And, it feels so good.

On Sunday, I went to the town pool in Livingston, with Little Mimi Girl. (Yes, Meelzy--I know. So, sioux me if I am a townie). The funny thing about the town pool is that the people there are either under the age of twelve, or over the age of forty. There is no one remotely in my age demographic. (Well, unless you count the sixteen year old lifeguards). Just as my mom and I were leaving the pool for the day, we bumped right into my second grade teacher. She looked about eighty years old. I remember thinking that she was "old" when I had her back in 1991, but now, she actually looked elderly. She recognized my mom, (not me though). When I shook her hand, and told her my name, she smiled, but I could tell that she had no clue who I was. That's okay though. All I remember about second grade is that my grandparents visited my class on "grandparents day," And, Grandma Eva (my ninety-six year old grandmother) was introduced to my class as being born before radio was invented. (True story). My other memory of second grade is accidentally stapling my finger. I guess some things don't change...

I love New York City in the summer time, during the week nights. I took a stroll down to Urban(uhhh) in the East Village tonight. My first wanted stop and chat (the literal, exact opposite of an unwanted stop and chat) was with one of my camp besties, Nate. Nate is great. (And, I'm not just saying that cause it rhymes). It was a real treat bumping into him. Next, I ran into, yet another Schodack alum, (holla!!) Lastly--I bumped into someone who I worked with at my old school, outside of a bar, and she was wasted. See? Aren't NYC summer nights the greatest?


I love having things to "check" online each day. You know. There's Gmail, and Facebook, my work e-mail, People.com, and all of the other websites I just love to check in with. One of my newer websites is Thought Catalog, an online blog all about pop culture, dating, and other topics relevant to 20-somethings.

An article I recently found, detailed a straight man's encounter blowing a zucchini. Yes, you read that right. The author of this blog is not bi/gay-curious. He is a straight male, who was in his bed wishing to be blown, thus leading him to imagine what it would feel like to be the blow-er. He found the most phallic object possible in his apartment. (Hence the zucchini), and thought that it would be interesting to put himself into someone else's shoes. (That of a woman or gay man). What did he discover? Well, a new respect and appreciation for all the women and gay men in the world, who perform this act. He learned that blow jobs can be tough work!

He experienced neck cramping and some light gagging. As a woman, I appreciated his appreciation. And, while I am not going to find an edible object around my apartment to practice cunnilingus, I will still give a special props to straight boys out there. It can be a crazy place down there, with the flaps, folds, smells and secretions. (I winced, typing that). But, when a boy knows his way around, and (knows it well), we girls are pretty grateful. (But, probably not grateful enough to practice on edible objects found around our homes).

I don't really want to end this post with blow jobs, but my eyes are beginning to close. Blow jobs it is. Good night.