The first day of summer...

So at approximately 1:30 today, I walked out of the school building and began my summer. So what exactly does a hip, young teacher such as myself do to celebrate? Cranks up the Beyonce and begins the process of putting her apartment back together. Be honest...you know you are jealous. Luckily for me, the day/evening got much more exciting. My awesome new friend invited me to join her at the Nats game where they punished the Red Sox. I'm not sure if you could really call it a punishment, but I will, just for dramatic effect. The game was fun, the weather was lovely, and the company was awesome. I did find out early in the game that Michael Jackson had died. It's just so weird to say that. And it continues to prove my theory that celebrities die in groups. So strange.

On a completely random note, I think this may be my best summer yet. I can't believe how many cool things are going on in my home area this summer. What is on my social calendar you might ask. Well, for one, Top Gun is playing next Friday at the outdoor "I love the 80's" film festival. Also--this coming Monday I am scheduled to have my first encounter with a multi-level driving range...very exciting. And I have tickets to the July 4th baseball game--and according to the signs tonight--that includes a free mini-flag. What more could a girl ask for? Okay--on that note, I will go to bed.

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