Editor’s Note: Summer Livin’ is a segment in which we ask our friend Steed to offer some words of wisdom on how to best enjoy certain staples of the summer months. For further reason as to why this should be appointment Internet all summer long, check out the Introduction. On to the easy livin’.
“I heard a pretty cool bit of news today. The month of August is Blue Moon month – named as such not because it’s been sponsored by orange slices and wheat beers, but because there will be TWO full moons during this month. This Friday, the 31st, will be the last Blue Moon before 2015. Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m looking forward to some weird shit going down because of this Blue Moon. Think about it – a normal full moon puts a stir in people and leads to all kinds of shenanigans. Times that by two and color it blue? On a Friday night before a holiday weekend? Party time.
I bring up this particularly festive lunar event not just to put out a big Party APB, but also because it’s coinciding with the end of Summer 2012. I know people will be throwing around the term ‘Indian Summer’ all September long, but for me, the end of August is the end of the golden season. School has already started for a lot of people, football games have kicked off, and Labor Day is about to put an emphatic period on all of your summer fashion trends.
This time of year is always bittersweet. It’s tough to say goodbye to the sun-kissed days of summer. Gets a little bit emotional for me, and I’m sure you feel the same. But if you spent the last few months doing it right, you’ve got a lot of sweet memories to look back on. And looking forward, fall is a pretty badass time of the year, with tailgates and costume parties beckoning.
So – don’t just spend this final August weekend weeping around your campfire. Get a little Blue Moon Crazy, and take some time to celebrate all the awesome times you had in Summer ’12. I’ll get things started by running down a few of my personal Hall of Fame moments from this year:
Conquered the community pool
I went to my local community pool at least 3 days a week this summer, and for the first month or so, I was ridiculed endlessly by a 12-year old tyrant named Gregory. Gregory would spend all day throwing front- and back-flip combinations off the high dive with ease, and then him and his little buddies would cluster around the edge of the deep end and heckle me as I tried to complete my own dives. I don’t normally get rattled easily, but I’m not a big fan of heights, and when that was combined with the fact that I was trying to impress several of the single mothers on the side of the pool, it got me all out of sorts. I was belly-flopping, landing on my back, and at a couple points, I just lost my cool and had to do the Climb Down Of Shame as a chorus of adolescent laughter rained down on my bowed head. After a few weeks of this, I had had enough, and one night I rented the movie Warrior
starring Bane and some other jacked dude. This fired me up to start a fierce mental training regimen, and three days later, I threw down a perfect double back-flip in Gregory’s face.
Went streaking at a major league sporting event
I’ve always wanted to feel that unique adrenaline rush you’d get upon running proudly nude in front of 30,000+ screaming fans. This summer, my dream finally came true thanks to my cousin Tobias getting a job as a security guard for my hometown MLB team. One bright and sunny Sunday, Tobias managed to give me a few minutes’ window of lax security around the right field fence, and I took full advantage. I popped a greenie, dropped the pants, and hopped onto that fresh cut grass for a quick jog. It was glorious, and I managed to get at least four minutes’ worth of applause before getting the old Taser treatment. There was only one drawback – that particular game happened to be Little League Day at the ballpark, with tons of young ballplayers in attendance. As a result, instead of just getting the light misdemeanor I was expecting, I had to do some heavy duty lawyerin’ to make sure I didn’t end up on some national watch lists.
Started my own day party
Early in the summer, I had been hearing all this ‘Day Party’ buzz from acquaintances and lovers in places like Hollywood and Las Vegas. Y’know – bars or clubs would set up their decks or poolside areas with swanky decorations, get a DJ or two to spin banging electronic hits, and things would get straight Cray during the normally laid-back hours of 12pm – 4pm. Champagne showers, water guns, and everyone in high-class yet revealing bathing suits. This sounded like something that I needed to become a part of, so I took the initiative and started a weekly party myself. I learned how to DJ by watching a couple of Tiesto and LMFAO concerts online, rented out the back deck of my local Joe’s Crab Shack, bought a foam machine, and let ladies drink for free. The first party was a little low-key, but I made sure the right people had a great time, and one week later, the lines were around the block and I had a branded party series on my hands. The damn thing popped off all summer long.
Became a music blog sensation
For a two-day stretch in June, a coupla heavy rainstorms blew through the area and put a damper on all the outdoor party activities we had planned for. After a few hours of being cooped up inside, I decided to counter the impending madness of cabin fever by letting my inner musical savant come out and play. What followed was a 40-hour long stretch of Goldschlager- and amphetamine-fueled musical experimentation, resulting in a mixtape of European Big House interpretations of Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange. The track “Trancin’ Bout You” caught fire on the blog message boards, and for a couple of weeks, my audio goodness was being streamed and loved all over the world. It disappeared completely after that, but man, what a run.
Met Channing Tatum
I went through a heady period in the middle of the summer that, for lack of a better word, I would have to call my Magic Mike phase. My friend Tiff and her sister talked me into checking the movie out with ’em, and two hours and three boxes of wine later, I was a whole different person. Can’t say what it was, but something about those dudes following their dreams gave me a whole new outlook on life – among other things I got a new workout regimen, finally went back to work on my solo album, and I became a much more sensitive lover. About a month into this lifestyle change, I was at my local GNC when I locked eyes with a fellow across the store and saw that it’ was Mr. Channing Tatum himself – a vital part of my new lifestyle change. In my excitement to see Chan, I blacked out for a second, and when I came to, I had my shirt off and was asking what he thought about my workout progress so far. Long story short – and I don’t blame this one on Chan at all, just his personal ‘advisers’ – I’m now no longer allowed within 300 yards of Mr. Tatum or that particular GNC.
These are just a taste of the summer memories I’ll be toasting to during this week’s Blue Moon Party. Hopefully you have plenty of misty-eyed reminiscing to do yourself. Keep it safe out there, and I’ll see you next summer.”