Happy August, gentle readers (aka my mom and three other friends). Summer’s almost over and it’s bumming me out. I like heat (I know, you don’t), and there hasn’t been enough of it. It’s been a really busy few months for me, for mostly really good reasons: I got a new job, you all got married, my dude published a book. We put on some shows. Again, good things. It’s just been different. Not a lot of time for drive-ins, roller coasters, or porch drinking, all the lovely things you can do outside when the weather permits for a few precious months. I haven’t even gone to the most awesome rec center swimming pool in the world, whose location I won’t reveal because it’s clean and perfect and never too crowded, and I want to keep it that way. Plus, late summer always makes me weird. It’s amazing and timeless then I get melancholy towards the end, suddenly feeling the need to reread Dandelion Wine for the umpteenth time. It’s getting cooler. My birthday’s coming up, I’m getting older. Winter is coming. Shit.
But you know what? I’m not complaining. Because busy with good things is the best kind of swamped, aging is inevitable, after winter comes spring, and August’s theme is Summer Love. We’ve got a kickass lineup ready for you. Come on down in a couple of weeks, and we’ll enjoy the fading warmth together.