Perhaps it was the homemade sangria that didn't last us half of Fourth of July.
Or the fender bender with the guy we just saw at the bagel place.
Maybe it was the pink g&t's we couldn't get enough of.
Or the showers we never took because by the end of it, we just didn't really feel like it.
Or the research participant studies we thought would make us a fortune but usually ended up skipping.
Or the USA game we had to watch on the Spanish channel, which was delayed, and also in Spanish, because we didn't get ESPN.
Maybe it was the Jimmy John's deliveries we called in as we made bracelets at the coffee table at midnight.
Or the heap of clothes we shared in the middle of the room. (Still love those white jeans.)
Or just someone to share my last cigarette factory days with.
Somewhere between long restaurant afternoons and apartment air conditioned nights we couldn't afford, I had the best summer living with you. I hope today is all you ever wanted, which is probably something along the lines of mimosas on the rooftop. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE MERMAID!
