Describe your idea of a perfect summer vacation.?

Ah summer..the flowers, the weather, the bees, the satanic sacrifices to Satan whilst I wear my cloak made of fine silk specifically made for the summer heat..such a nostalgic season, indeed. To perfect this utterly blissful euphoria named "summer" would mean vacationing to the cesspool of my Grandmother's underarm hammock and taking in the subtle nutty scent of her sweat. Would there be anything more perfect than laying between the crevice of her arm fat, soaking in the sweet smells of heaven? summer, how i long for thee...