Summer, I’m sorry I doubted you.  I knew that you would come eventually.  And with this lovely weather I hear that you are bringing a quite special political family with you.  The island is such a buzz, even the shops are preparing early for an Obama-rama.

There’s hardly a day that goes by where I don’t here some new tidbit about the first family’s vacation at the end of August.  First they were going to rent a house in Oak Bluffs near the police barracks (smart idea!), and now they are renting out a farm in Chilmark for a mere $32,000/week.  That sounds like tax dollars well-spent!

When the Clintons came to Martha’s Vineyard, they always stayed at a friend’s house, more often than not that of Robert McNamara, who recently passed (and was almost pushed off a ferry by a man angry about Vietnam).  Cost:  free!

You thought you were done hearing about my summer on Martha’s Vineyard? You thought wrong!

3 pairs of sunglasses

I lost my first pair of sunglasses during the first week I was there on a trip to South Beach. The waves are rough there… that beach is not for kids! The second pair I broke out of sheer stupidity. Oh well.

5 bottles of sunscreen

I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to spray-on sunscreen. It may be more efficient, but it is by no means more economical. At about $11/bottle on the island, Coppertone sucked up all my money this summer.

2 bicycles

The bicycle that I had originally purchased and brought with me from the mainland turned out to be an awful, awful bicycle. There were many times when I would be biking with friends around the island and could not keep up for the life of me. But I would like to thank my roommate for 48-hours who was an alcoholic for leaving behind his bicycle rental for which he had already paid. Gracias!

11 ginger margaritas

Oh, the ginger margarita at Sharky’s Cantina! How delicious you tasted underage! How delicious you still tasted after my birthday! How my father scoffed at you! Ginger margarita, I miss you.

900 iced coffees

I probably didn’t have 900 iced coffees in actuality, but it sure felt like it. I try not to think about the amount of money I dropped at Espresso Love alone. And then I went to work and there was MORE ICED COFFEE! I’m officially addicted.

Tomorrow is my last day of my internship.

Tomorrow is my last day on the island.

Today I am down.

“I never got to ____________” is the thought that keeps running through my head.

Although, I did end an Olive Garden dry spell last night in Hyannis.

The end.

My parents came to visit me on the island for two days. The left yesterday morning. I cried the minute I saw them, I cried the minute they left.

I showed them pretty much the entire island in one day. In a little Kia Spectra, to boot!

Something my father said while they were here that I will never forget:

“I was just thinking about the perfect vacuum cleaner.  There really isn’t one.”

I’ll let you guess how many beers ice cream cones my father enjoyed before making that priceless comment.

Last week my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Dennis came to visit me for the afternoon, and what a time we had!  I’ve never hit up so many bars ice cream shops in my life.

This visit was great for many reasons.  One, because I really was in need of a relaxing afternoon.  Two, because I had yet to really take advantage of finally being 21 years old.  But the best part of the visit?  I found out who my father really is, via a nickname I had never heard of before.  And I won’t reveal the story behind the nickname, but if you know my dad and if you see him around, just call him B.C.M.S.  I would really appreciate it.