It’s something about those spontaneous summer nights. I tend to look forward to them more than I do a visit to the beach or local pool. Don’t get me wrong, with good friends and funny babies most things are painfully fun, but it’s just something about a summer night. Maybe it’s because the weather had decided to give us a break and drop to 80 something degrees instead of 100, or it’s the fact that I can throw back on some makeup without looking like a shiny and melting version of my normal self. Whatever it is, I love the kind of night that we had yesterday. There wasn’t too much wine…just enough, delicious food, husband’s geeking out in the man cave over drumming, babies playing, and no shortage of conversation. I’m late, but it officially feels like summer to me now. Yeah!
