The main reason that I know I can get through the overwhelmingly disgusting next three months is because the absolute best time of year is just over the horizon. It’s so close. Three measly months. So let’s make the most of our time while we wait. Here’s what I’d like to do this season.

Eat the burger at Whit’s End in Rockaway. Look at this beast.
As you may or may not know, I now live like a human being in a home that I love. That being said, I’d love to be able to successfully keep my houseplants alive for at least a full season.
Go on some sort of trip (like the one we did last year) with Nathan to celebrate our ten year anniversary in August.
Wear at least ten of my lipsticks over the course of summer because Christ, why were they even bought if I’m not wearing them. (Bonus point if I buy nothing from Sephora this summer.)
Go swimming at least twice. (This estimate is low, I know. I’m trying to be realistic.)
Go to the beach at least three times.
See The Farewell in theatres.
Attempt to make these meatball stuffed garlic bread sliders because they look beautiful and so fun to make.
Make the wildly delicious mushroom garganelli from L’Artusi (I just found the recipe online and I have to know if I can make it just like the restaurant does, because if I can… watch the fuck out, world.)
Lay out & look at the stars. (This will likely happen in Canada since, you know, New York isn’t equipped for romantic shit like this.)

I would’ve included going to The Met, but I’ve already done that this year. Other small things I’d like to do: I’ll definitely make it over to Connelly’s on one of my beach visits, I will protect my chafing thighs as much as humanly possible, this song will likely be on repeat at some point, probably going to watch some of these babies, and maybe some of these, too. Also, working on a summer playlist you can see below.

Does that seem like a lot to do? WE SHALL SEE.