On the day that felt like my last day of summer, David helped me move my stuff into the new apartment and ran a ton of errands. And by a ton of errands, I mean that we went to a diner called Johnny Rocket's, got David some "athletic" clothes and picked up my very belated birthday* ukulele (!!!) present.
David wanted to go to Johnny Rocket's because it's where he always used to come to eat after his water polo tournaments in high school, and how could you deny anyone the chance to relive some nostalgia? So he relived childhood with a rootbeer float and I ate a large portion of the creamy vanilla ice cream in it.
Even though this day was mostly running errands and driving around a lot, it really felt like summer. The sunshine, the lazy lunches and the new melodies of my little ukulele. Now that I've just finished my last first day of school (ever), I wonder if summers will be the same. Will "summer" mean the same thing once you're no longer in school? I hope so.
*And by belated birthday, I mean belated. My birthday is in April. We were still in Europe when it was my birthday, but David had already decided that he wanted to get me a ukulele (so so sweet of him). He wanted it to be a surprise so he didn't tell me until just before we came home in July.. and he had to wait even longer to get it until I finally made up my mind about which one I wanted.