And yet, despite the somewhat chilly temperature today, I feel as if we're well on our way to my favorite season.
I submit the following evidence, in no particular order:
1. The Boyd's annual Kentucky Derby Party, which last year began its residence at Magnetic Field, was a sea of lovely hats, wagering fun, and over-all mint julep-inspired revelry. Once I've been to the Derby party, the days that separate it from the true start of summer (a.k.a the last day of classes: June 29 this year) don't really register. Those juleps are strong, yo.
2. Daltron and I caught our first summer blockbuster: M:I:III. As a big Lost fan, I was psyched that J.J. Abrams co-wrote and directed it. His fingerprints were ALL over it. I swear Tom Cruise was even channeling Matthew Fox in some scenes. It was a fun ride and hopefully a harbinger of a good summer flick crop (Pirates of the Carribean with my new movie beau Johnny Depp!) Philip Seymour Hoffman made a great creepy bad guy, and Cruise's crack team had fun with their supporting roles. Michelle Monaghan, Cruise's movie wife, was fine too, but I could not shake the feeling that someone had put Liv Tyler in a dryer for too long, shrinking her and rendering her slightly less luminous.
3. On Sunday, hungover from our post-derby revelry (Days of Thunder Drinking Game), I alternated between napping and reading/doing the exercises in Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. I'm not convinced I'm teachable, but what the hell. Everyone needs a self improvement project in the summer.