August is like the Sunday of summer. You know, you sit around completely wasting it, doing nothing worth noting and then get really sad around 8pm when it’s over. The fact that the days of sunshine and salty air, pineapple floats, bikinis and bottomless cold brews are dwindling down is pretty dang depressing.
Call me easy to please, but a slow summer day by the water with a Yeti full of ice-cold booze and a tropical bikini on my sunkissed bod is what my heart beats for. Kenny Chesney has the right idea— no shoes, no shirt, no problem.
So if you need me, I’ll just be over here chasing an endless summer in my Mikoh ‘kini from Molly Brown’s Swimwear (seriously, go check them out— their ‘kinis are to die for), with an excessive stack of Pura Vida bracelets on my arm, a piña colada in one hand and an obnoxiously large pineapple float in the other.
Keepin’ it tropi-cool and carefree, all summa long (or what’s left of it anyway). After all, that’s what summer is all about— right?