Sneaking into our old apartment pool
Gorging on Dairy Bar milkshakes
That's it. It's the perfect summer afternoon.
This is our sixth straight year of sliding into our apartment pool. We are not usually sneaky people, but when we moved out from our absolutely awful apartment years ago, we kept our pool card with us. It was our way of comically "sticking it to" the rental company while being able to still keep cool in 99 degree Virginia heat.
Just because it bears repeating, our old apartment managers were the worst. Once, we had a family of squirrels living in the attic space above our second floor apartment, and we kept calling and calling to try to get the maintenance people to trap them. We got a response a month later. That's four weeks of tapping squirrel claws waking us up nightly, folks. Another time, we walked repeatedly down to the main office to pick up wedding gifts that had been mailed to us, and were told again and again from various people that nothing had arrived. One visit in the office, Dan went to use the bathroom, and saw a huge pile of gifts clearly marked to us in the back corner. Perhaps someone else wanted to sneak out with our china? I dunno. But that sealed it for us. We decided on move out day that sneaking into their pool for the next decade is the moral equivalent of making tenants deal with vermin and have to sleuth out their missing blender. :)
Anyway, afterwards, we went to this mom and pop diner a few blocks from our house aptly named The Dairy Bar.
It's rated as one of Richmond's best place for shakes. Dan always gets the chocolate peanut butter one and I always order the white chocolate raspberry truffle. Heaven.
I love that this diner's got this board with pictures of people traveling to different world locals wearing their cheesy Dairy Bar shirts emblazoned with a cow eating ice cream. Notice the below pic of a couple at Stonehenge sporting them:
No shortage of cow decor. This place knows how to milk a theme. Wink. Wink.
I always feel like summer has officially started once we have this afternoon together.
Other stuff I want to do this summer that doesn't include organizing or anything else boring includes:
1. Learn to use my DSLR camera
2. Go to an outdoor summer concert
3. Make homemade ice cream
(always on my list, never get around to it!)
4. Put together cute theme gift for Bethy
5. Create photo books for all recent vacations
6. Read five new books (seems like a doable, if not random number)
7. Cook five new dishes (again, seems doable)
8. Celebrate anniversary with something new
9. BBQ and baseball game
10. Try something new on Pinterest
11. Beach trip with family
12. Trivia night with friends
and one more I just added today: 13. Visit a farmer's market (always wanted to, always forget)
Anyone else have a summer list going on?
4 comments:
Bahahaha! Okay, you had me laughing out loud at the thought of you "sticking it to" the rental company. And thinking about saving pool cards to sneak in years late. OMG. I love this.
Gabe and I have had similar thoughts about our current apartment. Although, ours include dumping cat poop in their filthy pool as soon as we leave. But still...similar intentions. Stick it to the man!! ;)
I feel the need to make a summer to-do list. It's the perfect time to tackle all those things...especially on the hot days where it's tough to do the REAL things that need doing. (Running errands? Laundry? Ew.)
Here's to summer! (And sticking it to the man...)
Haha! You totally deserve to sneak back into the pool. It's not like you are stealing something, just using something that is there anyway. :)
I might die if I don't get a white chocolate raspberry milkshake. That sounds delicious!!!
I LOVE the story and justification for the pool thing! It totally made my day, because it's just so perfect!
The list is great! It's all stuff that's fun, simple and doable/attainable!
This sounds like the PERFECT first day of summer! Those shakes sound phenomenal. And seriously, you have to jump on this homemade ice cream train. It's amazing.
xo Josie
www.winksmilestyle.com
Post a Comment