And i can see you
you brown skin shining in the sun
you got your hair combed back
sunglasses on baby
and i can tell you
my love for you will still be strong
after the boy of summer have gone.
Boys of Summer, Don Henley
I think those lyrics must of have rose to the surface of my consciousness right before I snapped this image of Central Park at sunset. Ahhh. Boys playing baseball. Le swoon. Am I right?
One of my all-time favorite songs from the 80’s, Boys of Summer, served as inspiration for the novel, Namedropper by Emma Forest It’s a great summer read, especially if you’re a pop music lover. If you have any summer reading suggestions, I’ll take them. I’m nearly finished with the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris that prompted the True Blood series. Before you click your tongue at me in a snit to remind me of your far superior taste level, let me just stop you right there with a big ‘ol PUH-LEASE. Summer, my friends, is for vampires and Dynasty reruns. Winter is for depth and gripping cerebral narratives with a strong female lead.
Oh, so new things: I’m volunteering for the Alexandria Film Festival. I’m the self-appointed social media maven, so check out the blog and friend us on Facebook.
This week will be fun. I got invited to a private Thievery Corporation concert at the 9:30 Club. Oh. That’s right!!! Lil’ mama’s gonna wear her dancing shoes. By dancing shoes, I, of course, mean 4-inch heels that actually inhibits all but the most necessary movement, but damn! Do your legs look long!!! The following morning we close on our new house. I’ve been a Pinterest fool lately planning its new decor. Check out my boards for my living room and my bedroom. Pinterest is to girls’ decorating like Fantasy Football is to boys. I’m addicted to the idea of painting a wall of chevrons. It’s a ton of work. My husband must really love me. Hey, our marriage survived a bathroom of painted vertical stripes and once the removal of 5 layers of wallpaper. We’re good.