No sooner had the sun set on Labor Day, than the world itself seemed to mourn summer’s end. At least in New York, the week following the holiday to celebrate the last hurrah of summer (and labor?) was grey, rainy and dreary.
But you know who wasn’t sad about summer being on the way out?
This girl RIGHT HERE.
It’s been a long, tiresome summer and I, for one, am glad to see it go. Not only did I start a new job, have a traumatic run-in with a roach in my apartment, go through an earthquake aaand a hurricane in the same week (albeit, neither one serious but STILL) and cope with the insufferable heat of summer in the city, but I went through it all on my own while that ol’ Euro boyfriend of mine sunned his buns in the Mediterranean and lived the good life without me.
I may sound whiney, but all joking aside, it’s been rough. (Living alone is not for me, I’ve learned.) The beau’s return last week coincided with the end of summer, and made for just another reason for me to say, “So long, summer! Don’t let the proverbial door hit ya on the way out!”
Now that he’s back and the weather’s cooler, I feel like things are back to how I like having them. (It’s not so much to ask for, is it, cool weather and a decent boyfriend to keep you company?) To celebrate his being back, or more accurately, to escape the massive security crackdowns in the city over the 9-11 weekend, the two of us hopped in a rented car and drove to Rhode Island.
The weather in New England was crisp and cool (which made me think fall, fall, fall…yes, yes, YES) and the change of scenery was a literal and figurative breath of fresh air. Obviously catching up and spending some QT with the BF was great, but the kicker on our first night in Newport? The moment that made me feel warm and fuzzy and like everything was right and good in the world again? Sharing a bowl of New England clam chowder at the Brick Alley Pub & Restaurant.
If ever there was a food that felt like the edible equivalent of a hug, or a good cuddle, this was it. Creamy and thick, with a delicious flavor that was simultaneously buttery, sweet and warming, I thought, is there anything more comforting in the world than this bowl of soup right now? I could do this for the rest of autumn and probably clear through winter.
Summer, it’s been real, but you really should be on your way. My loves are back and I’ve missed them.
add me to the list of people who are so happy to see summer ending. The only thing I am not looking forward to are the endless comments on the cold and how sick it makes you!
Oh that has definitely already begun over at my place…
Angie, Thanks for visiting “The Brick”. Glad you enjoyed it.