So I lied. That wasn't really a summer memory. I got carried away & decided that talking about the people I worked with was enough information for a post. But here is my summer memory from last year.
It was sometime in late July. The air was really starting to get humid & heat lighting was regular. I was working a double & it was time to tip out. As usual we do our side work, then head for a table in the back to do our roll ups. This is usually when plans are made for the rest of the night. Preston, Samantha, Steve & I crammed ourselves into a booth & got started. We were discussing how slow today was since it was nice out & on days like these people head to the beach, all of two miles away. After discussing the rude people we had to serve & the latest drama we began to figure out what we were up to for the rest of the night. I had been working there long enough to know to bring a set of clothes when working the dinner shift because one never knows what to expect after work.
So an hour later I found myself at Preston's house. Sam had to go home to change, Steve had to pick something up at his house, which was only a few blocks from Preston's & I didn't really feel like driving to my house all to just turn around. Preston lived in a walk-in basement near the down town area. It wasn't very big & I soon got bored of sitting in the small living room while he showered, we serve olive oil with cheese, garlic & cracked pepper & rolls, so by the end of your shift you reek of oil. To get to his house from the street you have to walk down the sloped driveway & his front door is on the backside of the building. So I took his bulldog & sat out on the driveway waiting for Steve & Sam to get there.
I could hear the ocean in the background, & Preston signing in the shower. Across his back yard his neighbors were having a cook out & the smell of fresh burgers & cool beer lingered in the air. I could also make out the faint noises of drunk people moving from one bar to the other a few streets away. His dog nudged me with his cold wet nose. Everything seemed perfect at that moment, the noises were perfectly in sync with summer & the sweet smell of the shower mixed with the bbq across the back yard. I wasn't sure how long I stayed there, sitting in the driveway, palms down, head hung back. It was so relaxing after being on my feet all day. That was one of the best moment I had from last summer.