I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

How the hell did it get to be the end of May already.

Memorial Day weekend is next weekend.

The official kickoff to summer.

The official kickoff to tourist season in Maine.

Like the cicadass, the rich folks from Florida are awakening from their 7 months slumber, and migrating to the northeast.

We are made aware of this by the uptick in business at both mine and Adam’s restaurants. It’s funny, because the change is actually not overnight. It’s more gradual than you’d think. Adding 5% to 10% more business every week or so, until we get to the middle of June when it’s full tilt.

Straight out.

I can say that so far, except for tonight, the guests at my restaurant, are so much sweeter than they were in Kennebunkport. The level of privilege. The level of assholery is so much better.

That being said, mine and Adam’s schedules are quickly changing.

We’ve gone from dinner together most nights to dinner a couple of times a week.

We’ve gone from TV at home, together, four or five nights a week, to being exhausted at the end of the day and going to bed early.

As we have for the past two summers, we have lots of fun ventures planned for the next four months. We are going back to NYC for a quick trip in June and then again in September, to see favorite shows of ours.

We bought season tickets to The Ogunquit Playhouse and we see our first show there next Wednesday.

We have dinners planned with friends.

We have nights at home on the patio planned.

We find if we do this, it gives us things to look forward to, other than work.

We are very lucky though, that my new schedule is MUCH more flexible, with me being able to schedule my days off around the rest of the team.

It also means that I’m home most nights and in bed by midnight.

Believe it or not.

It also means, that we are up around the same time and are not going days at a time without a hug, or smile, or a quick conversation.

I consider myself very lucky for the new job, the new drive, and the new situation.

I’m still working on when to write though. I’m not a get up and write at 6:00 a.m. person, like so many of my writer friends. And I’m often exhausted when I come home. I used to write when I got home from work, but now I’m home earlier and actually get to spend time with my bf.

It truly is a work in progress.

I do miss the creative outlet. I miss the built-in therapy. I miss the connection with my friends.

So creative friends when do you do these things? When do you write? Paint? Play the piano? Garden? Ride horses?

I’ll look forward to your comments.