Summer Meme

A summer meme is here! I got it from feMOMhist’s blog which you’ll have to visit to see where she got it.

1. What is your favorite part of summer?

That my time belongs only to me and I can manage it in any way I choose.

2. What’s your favorite quintessentially summer food? Least favorite?

My favorite is watermelons and peaches. And least favorite is everything grilled. That isn’t because I dislike grilled food but because we are the only people in our street who don’t have a grill. For some reason, the idea of getting one scares N. He associates the process with the need to prove one’s traditional masculinity, and as everybody here has probably guessed, he is not into that at all.

3. Best beverage to beat the summer heat?

San Pellegrino mineral water.

4. Least favorite/most annoying thing related to summer?

Heat and the incredibly annoying sun that just wouldn’t go away.

5. Pick one: the lake /the beach.

The beach, of course. Hopefully, in a tropical location. That’s the only place where I see the point of heat and sun.

6. Most amusing summer vacation trip you’ve ever taken?

When I was 15, my mother, sister, aunts and cousins took a vacation where ten of them slept in one tiny and horribly stuffy room. I didn’t go. Instead, I went to a pioneer camp in one of the Black Sea resorts. It was very amusing to imagine the rest of the family on their weird overpopulated vacation. I still laugh whenever I think about it.

7. Most ridiculous/cringe-inducing/blush-provoking summer outfit you have seen?

Once, I went to Cuba with my sister and her boyfriend. The boyfriend is the nicest, most polite guy in the universe. He is also completely faithful and never notices any women other than his girlfriend. Next to us on the beach, there was a Russian family. A husband who would get slobbering drunk by 10 am (yes, in the morning), two constantly bickering children, a perennially vicious mother-in-law, and a very beautiful but extremely downtrodden wife who spent the vacation in the state of extreme desperation.

Every morning, the woman would give her completely disconnected drunk of a husband a nasty stare and turn to my sister’s boyfriend. Her face would acquire the expression of an extreme concentration on the task in hand. As her eyes bore into my sister’s boyfriend, she would start to undress. The poor guy isn’t the kind to stare at any women other than my sister, so he wouldn’t notice her until the desperate lady would remove every piece of clothing except an almost invisible G-string and start moving slowly in his direction. Then he’d look terrorized and escape to the sea. The woman would go into the water and start circling him like a shark. In the meanwhile, my sister and I would keel over with laughter on the beach.

8. Your absolute dream summer afternoon would be. . .

I’m an extremely boring person, so lying on the beach with a novel is my answer. And I will get to my dream beach resort in exactly one month and 11 days.