A couple of weeks ago, a close friend and I went to Waverly Restaurant. He had pancakes with strawberries and a bagel with cream cheese and jelly. I had coffee (cream, no sugar). We talked a lot about a million things that I can’t remember. It was late on a Sunday night.

The pool party is fun and I eat about a million hamburgers. It feels exactly the way summer should feel. It smells like sunscreen and grilled meat. I drink Pacifico and margaritas with crunchy strawberry seeds and pass around a bottle of Alize in the hot tub. I try my best to keep my hair dry. I take about a million Polaroid pictures.