In my nine years in Seattle, I have never experienced a Memorial Day weekend quite like this past one. You see, summer usually starts in, oh, August. We might get a week of sunshine here or there in the spring, but Memorial Day weather has never been anything remarkable. Until this past weekend. 85 degrees and sunny. EVERY DAY OF THE WEEKEND.
It was a blast. We grilled two of the three nights; had friends visiting from SF; saw pals who have a babe a week older than W; sat in the sun; went to a BBQ (Sarah’s backyard is incredible right now); and got to taste homemade pizza.
Only regret is that I didn’t get on Shan and Derek’s raft when I had the chance. Shoot.
Yes to summer. Yes to long weekends.