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It’s summer, hurry up. Let’s not waste a minute. Where’s the sunscreen, where’s the party, who’s knutching who? The sky was crowded with bright, balloon stratocumulus clouds, hanging mountain-like in the air. How can something that big just float in the sky? Either the Greek gods are holding them up, or they defy reason. So, we’re in Athens, Georgia and apparently, Lisa, Kim, Bili, Leong and I are ‘too much club.’ We’re insuperable - too rowdy, too loud, too late, we laugh too much, hand-ringing about haircuts, shoes and romantic connections. Sorry, if we’re not co-signing for everyone’s existential angst - we’re 5 girls on vacation. Well, except Leong, she’s just joined us - fresh from Macau China. She’s got dark-takes on the world situation, saying things like, “enjoy it while it lasts.” I tried to explain the evils of nihilism - how once you let nihilism materialize, it’s a fog that swallows you. If you read the news - which is geared toward the grisly - it’s only going to tap you out. There are too many issues. Our group is a mix - a salad of feminism, environmentalism, stoicism - we’re ism’d out. We’re Asian, black, southern, liberal and communist, woke and anti-woke - what we DO have in common is - we’re summarized. ‘Summarized’ Americans, swim all day and sit by the pool all night talking and catching up. We also water ski, shop, roller sk8te, play frisbee golf, go out to dinner and pull-out-the-stops for a party now and then. Some nights, we stream ‘Suits’ and make emo-boy sexualized comments when Meghan comes on - but we like her - more or less - let her take her shot. Marry that complicated princeling and let every moment be drama. Since the school years measured in work, let’s measure summer by fun and silly drama. Dillio? . . A song for this: Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear To Tread) by Bow Wow Wow Family Affair (feat. Alan Scaffardi) by Papik . .knutching = kissing dillio = deal Webster’s: Insuperable: impossible to control