Thursday evening, Alyssa (my roommate) and I attended the Wine and Spirits festival at the distillery district. There were live bands, great food, and lots and lots of drinks to sample. Towards the end of the night, a quite-older man began hitting on us. Luckily, my step-mom witnessed this from across the tent and swooped in to save us. She pulled the “oh, come look over here, I have something to show you!” maneuver. I love it when you get to the age when you realise your parents are actually cool.
Every year, on father’s day (which also happens to be my grandpa’s birthday), my family holds an annual pool party to celebrate the wonderful men in our lives. This year was no different. For the first time in a long time, every single one of us made it out to my aunt’s place to celebrate (there’s now 27 of us in total – it’s such wonderful chaos!) We played volley ball, bocce ball, stuffed our faces with delicious treats, and, towards the end of the night, somehow, the majority of us ended up in the pool with our clothes on (I’m not going to name names, but dad… and James… I’m looking at you).
Sunday was the most perfect of all Sundays. Just the five of us gathered at my dad’s place for another mini pool party. I spent the afternoon challenging my little sister to hand-stand competitions in the pool (I won, naturally), and I took a two-hour nap in the shade on the lawn. My brother, little sister and I then cooked my dad a father’s day dinner, and we finished the night off with a game of yahtzee.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the wonderful dad’s out there (mostly, my own), and a happy, happy first day of summer!