Summer’s here and it started last night with the first party of the season. It was the first day of June, it was a Saturday, it was meant to be. Now it’s summer, now it’s official. I’m not even in school, I haven’t been for a few years now, but something about summer makes me feel free. It doesn’t matter that I still work 5-6 days a week, it’s still fucking summer. Summer is the season of slacking off, of living life, and of having fun. And there’s nothing quite like that first party of the summer. Beer, barbeque, a bonfire, maybe a blunt or two… the laughter flows like wine, the wine flows like water, and the beers are never ending. The first party of the summer is usually one of the most memorable. As the season drags on, the parties become more mundane and more routine. But everything is fresh and new and exciting the first night. The whole goal of the night is to wake up with a hangover. I succeeded.
Critically Rated at 16/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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