Summer: A Farewell to Friends

So it's August 23rd - 24th in about an hour from now. I just realized for the fifth or sixth time in the past week that this summer has really flown by. It seems each summer goes by without a second notice these days.

And that really sucks. But that's just the way she goes.

The end of summer usually epitomizes a few things. The end of full-time hours at the office and my return to University, to name a few. But this being my (hopefully) last year, means that come the end of next summer I'm not sure exactly what position I'll be in - or what I'll be doing necessarily.

One thing I can count on is to be around some genuine classy individuals in between then and now - and most likely after. One of these Duder McDudington's (yeah that guy) is packing up his saddle and moseying across the pond for a month in our ancestral homeland - Euroville (a.k.a. Europe).

Summer's coming to a close in a couple weeks, so there's still some time left to get a few kicks in before it's back to the academic grindstone. This past Monday night was the first of many of these shindigs as we showered our comrade in chicken wings, delicious Strongbow and really, really awkward jokes.

Bon voyage mon ostie d'tabarnak.

p.s. - Bring me back a Vildhjarta t-shirt or we're not friends anymore.

p.p.s. - I'm serious.