"This is gonna be my time. Time to taste the fruits and let the juices drip down my chin. I proclaim this: The Summer of George!" - George Costanza
Earlier this morning, something occurred to me: I've yet to have a summer all to myself. All through school, my summers were consumed with idiotic summer jobs, camps, and various ass-grabbery with my friends. Last summer started right after I graduated from college, which seems like it'd be the perfect time to claim it as mine. I didn't live up to the challenge. I spent the first two weeks doing too much celebratory drinking, the next two weeks freaking out over the possibility of having to move back in with my parents, and the final two months trying to get adjusted to a city where I didn't know anyone and a job where I wasn't sure of what I was doing. Those were the dark days at Powell Manor.
A year has since passed, and I have turned my relationship with Austin from one of moronic embarrassment to one of absolute triumph. Whereas I once could expect to be pelted with rotten fruit by neighbors immediately upon leaving my apartment, they now take it upon themselves to bake me a rhubarb pie each week for being so delightful. The cab drivers used to make a special effort to run me over while I paraded around town on my unicycle; now I ride in distinction, on the platinum rickshaw that the cabbies' union bought for me as a present. And finally, when I first moved here, no female would have anything to do with me. Currently, I can hardly show my face without a barrage of impassioned pleas from the local women. Yes, almost all of these pleas are in Spanish, but I am still inclined that they have something to do with delicate kisses and nights of passion.
I have established myself, and so it is time to make an announcement. Effective immediately, I declare this summer to be the Summer of Cody. I will dip my cup of revelry into the oasis of summer, and guzzle on the Fun Juice. I will be so footloose, I will scarcely have time to be fancyfree. I will take the summer into my home and invite it to sleep on the couch. I will offer to make it breakfast and check it for fleas. I will tickle its chin until it giggles and coos. It will have reservations at first, but it will give in when it comes to an important realization: I am Cody, and I have claimed this summer as my own.
Psst: if anyone's sent me email in the past day or so, could you resend it? We had a major mail snafu yesterday.
Posted by Cody at May 17, 2004 6:09 PM