Cruel Summer No More

Normally summer doesn't mean much to me. For the past six summers I've spent both my days and nights serving beer and greasy food. I had less time off than I did during any semester at school and I rarely had a chance to enjoy daylight activities due to either sleep or work. Trust me, a patio is nowhere near the same when your serving the beer instead of drinking it. As I took a walk on the beach Sunday afternoon I realized this year will be different. The only beer I see is the beer I drink, I will not miss "eau de Keiths and fries," and I have regular days off where I can enjoy the sunshine. I believe this is known as a weekend, and I'm happy to say that maybe, just maybe, for the first time in six years I will have a summer tan. Wish me luck and come visit on these marvelous things called weekends.