We are back from Hilton Head. But I don't want to be. See, in HH, it was also high 80s and incredibly humid most of the time, just like Western Massachusetts, but it was okay because we had an amazing breeze from the ocean, and pools to jump into, and ice cream to cool us off. Oh, and these. Lots and lots of these.
And it looked like this. All day, everyday.
I guess it is sort of nice to be back, though. 20 hour car drives, especially when there are tickets and accidents involved, are.not.fun. (More on that later). And now it's Senior Week at Williams. Last night we drove to Northampton for dinner at the director of the Honors program's house, which was lovely. Today I had lunch with my history prof. Tonight we all take buses to the mansion the College owns, Mt. Hope, for cocktails, dinner, and dancing with our favorite profs. Tomorrow is a champagne brunch, Friday is our final party. There's lots and lots to look forward to.
But a part of me definitely still wishes I were sitting at the beach with one of these. I'm going to try to make my own, now, before we leave for Mt. Hope. It probably won't go well.