Basking

It's so springtime outside! I don't feel like doing a single thing except sitting outside and having happy hour and snacks all day long. Maybe with breaks to stroll around the park or check out some little stores on Broadway. I was in the chip aisle in the grocery store the other day and it struck me that it is almost Mike's Hard Lemonade and Sour Cream and Onion Pringles time again. I believe this combination became a barbecue staple sometime in college, but has since permanently cemented itself in my head as the quintessential snack of Officially Warm Weather. Just like eating my mom's homemade toffee would seem wrong in July, I think spring and summer are the only really appropriate times for whipping out the green canister and hard lemonade. Maybe early fall if the weather's still nice enough to fire up the grill and you just can't let go.

Speaking of fall, J and I are gearing up for a travel-heavy wedding season. My friend Kelly is in the middle of a paperwork war, which if all goes in her favor, will allow her fiance in Africa to come to the US for their wedding, tentatively scheduled in September. In Alaska. This would be exciting all by itself if it didn't happen to fall only a couple months away from J's brother's wedding. In Mexico. What's a financially struggling couple to do? Right now, we're preparing for the possibility of having to split up the weddings, sending I-hate-the-sun J down south and sending why-can't-I-ever-have-a-beach-vacation me to Alaska. It's not that I'm not psyched about visiting Alaska, but I know J--who's never been there--would really enjoy it, and I have a feeling he'd enjoy Mexico more if I were with him. And anyway, why can't we both go both places? Here's where that private jet would come in handy...