Day is Done, Gone the Sun

It's not that we drank too much last night -- I think we were served some bad ice.

It's kind of a weird life here at the resort. Things seem to happen just the opposite from the rest of the world. For most people, you gain weight in the winter and lose it for and during the summer months. With all the parties and cook outs and company and drinking here, we tend to gain weight in the summer and lose it during the off season. I gained 16 pounds this summer!

Ironically, the few clothes I wear are getting tight. We've gotten food and drinking advice from people from all over the country. Most of it is pretty worthless, though. It involves eating and drinking less.

But along the way, we have made some great summer memories. The parties on the tiki deck. The friends, the food and the fun. The blender drinks at the tiki bar. The cigars as we watched the final embers of the waning day descend beyond the horizon. The weekend dances. The music drifting up the hill to tuck us in at night. Ah, summer!

But all good things must come to an end. Tonight is the last dance of the season. This is the last weekend.

Back to the bad ice. Last night as we staggered back home from the dance we were somehow discussing the toll the summer has taken on us. Nina, being the good wife she is, usually leaves the witticisms to me. However, last night, she couldn't resist. As we stumbled into bed, she muttered, "Eat, drink and be merry! For tomorrow we diet!"