This has been the summer of San Loco tacos, five dollar margaritas at Yuca, surreptitious kisses in dimly lit bars, barbecues and frosty glasses of wheat beer, dancing in teetering heels to Justin Timberlake, and saying lots of goodbyes.

On Friday, I had my boss’s going away reception. At the end of the night, he and his wife came up to me and gave their goodbyes and of course, I started to cry. I’ve been writing speeches for him for the past three years and in the process have learned that you can be humble and kind and still be an amazing leader. He will be missed.

After the reception, I met up with my roomie Vic and headed to Decibel to have drinks with our friends. Decibel is this underground izakaya in the East Village and we had refreshing glasses of shochu with oolong tea and what seemed like endless bottles of sake. Ugh.

I should have gone home at this point in the evening but, alas, I decided to follow my friends and go to this bar called Drop Off Service. On our way there we ran into our friend Ty who we haven’t seen in about three years. Most normal people who run into friends they haven’t seen in a long time would probably greet them with “How are you?” or “So great to see you! It’s been so long” but seeing that I am not like most normal people, the first thing I said to him was “Are you still straight?’

Seriously, I don’t know how I have friends.

Ty kinda laughed it off. It is my hope that I will never have to face the embarrassment of running into him again.

On Saturday, I woke up with almond crumbs on my face. I guess I was snacking on them the night before. I quickly showered and dressed to meet Sabbie in Park Slope.

It was a balmy Saturday afternoon; when it’s so hot that walking one block feels like a mile and you feel like you are dressed in a hot, wet towel. So we retreated from the heat with a glorious brunch at Rose Water. I had about 10 glasses of water and a cheeseburger with fontina, jalapeno mayo, on challah bread. In between bites of cheeseburger I also had some blueberry pancakes with ricotta and pistachios. My mouth was very happy.

After brunch, we got pedicures and then went to Sabbie’s apartment and watched the ENTIRE SEASON of Entourage as droplets of sweat suffocated my pores. But it was the perfect languid summer evening.

On Sunday, we went to The Living Room to see our friend Seaniman play (my roomie concocted his nickname and now I can’t stop calling him that; not to his face of course).

Oh, dear readers, his show was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe I knew that person playing on stage. Seriously, I had goose bumps– that’s how amazing he was.

My soon-to-be roommie LT was also there so after the show we all grabbed some drinks and small plates at Verlaine. We welcomed LT to our family of crazies with rounds of lychee martinis. And then, it kinda hit me that Vic wasn’t going to be my roommate anymore and I started crying…AGAIN. But I’m not going to talk about it. We still have two more weeks of playing in the city.

Oh, dear readers, I’ve been trying to resist all this change and all the good byes. And I’m grudgingly accepting the fact that summer is nearing its end. (I know, I know it’s still 80 degrees out but I always associate the end of summer with the commencement of September). I suppose I should just embrace the change because that’s the only way you evolve. And although I’ve been saying alot of goodbyes these days, I’ve also had the chance to welcome some really cool new people into my life.

But I’m still clinging to summer like sweat on skin.