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As was discussed between Johnny 'Formerly of the Basement' Tribbia and myself, it seems more than fitting to add a secondary title to the 'Greatest Summer Ever,' which will now also be known as the 'Endless Summer.' These titles will, of course, be interchangeable, and their use shall be determined by the context of the surrounding dialogue.
For instance, when discussing any number of the facts that I've already mentioned as reasons for the original title, and for further mentioning things that are specific to this summer, the moniker 'Greatest Summer' shall be used.
Example: "Living at home with my parents this July during the Birthday Triforce is an excellent way to experience 'The Greatest Summer Ever.'"
Now, on the other hand, say perhaps I'm commenting on an aspect of this summer that can be carried further into life. Here, the use of 'Endless Summer' is more appropriate.
Example: "Living at home is a great way to save rent. My move there next week will be an excellent way to kick off the 'Endless Summer' festivities."
I think that's pretty straitforeward.
It is with great enthusiasm and joy, then, that I declare "The Greatest Summer Ever" is off to a brilliant start. Rising from the ashes of oppressive and evil textbooks on Monday night, the summer kicked off with s'mores and an affirming high five from Johnny as he drank a glass of water at the kitchen table. Later in the week, on Wednesday night, Lindsey and I gave in to some of our most primitive desires and headed for From the Bayou, where we devoured the spicy ambrosia; the nectar of cajun Gods.
With the speed of a 747, the 'Greatest Summer Ever' events shifted coasts with Joel and I as we met with Andrew at midnight Friday morning in the fair metropolis of Manchester, New Hampshire. After brief hugs and a brisk walk to the car, our travel continued for nearly four more hours when we succesfully mis-navigated, driving an hour north on I-93 and ending up going halfway to Canada. Upon discovering our mistake, Drew was promptly ribbed and chastized and Joel satiated his hunger with 'The Greatest Egg-Salad Sandwich Ever' that he purchased at the gas station where Route 140 crosses I-93.
Indeed, I can think of no way more fitting in which to begin the 'Greatest Summer' celebrations. I do realize, however, that there may be other, more feeble attempts to carry on in the same way that we have. I therefore encourage you all to share with me your stories, thereby enriching everyone's experience of the 'Greatest Summer.'
In the meantime, I've got a celebration to attend to. I'll be back in a few days with pictures and stories to amaze and delight.