Some years summer becomes fall abruptly and swiftly, when the a hovering tropical storm grounds you to the living room and the first sounds of NFL football chime on Saturday. But some years, Labor Day weekend is one glorious last summer hurrah, when the beach is more beautiful than ever, you make strawberry milkshakes and your brother shows up with jet skis.
Word of warning to anyone who hasn’t been to Galveston’s new Pleasure Pier, which technically includes us:
Wristbands are $26. Not a terrible deal for an all day ride pass, but disappointing when I naively stuffed a twenty in my pocket thinking we could get some ice cream and walk around. At least we had a leisurely stroll down the seawall on our way to the ferry.
Summer ended with the most beautiful, all day in a sandy bathing suit weekend. And now, here we are-
The Cowboys are playing the Giants, apparently, because why limit football to the Saturday, Sunday, Monday night, and possibly Thursday? It’s Wednesday, and the sounds of fall have arrived. I’m digging the box of fall decorations out of the garage tomorrow.
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