You had all these big plans for summer, whether you were a young kid looking forward to day camp or whether you were a teenager looking forward to summer camp or to college. Whether you were going to work as a lifeguard at the neighborhood pool or you were just going have so much fun hanging out with your friends, you just couldn’t wait for that three-and-a-half-month summer vacation.

Summer used to be such magic. The anticipation and the feeling that you felt every day was special. No school. Going to bed later. All of it.

When I was in the third grade, we spent the summer out in The Hamptons. It was beautiful. I remember Gregory Seltzer and I running around and swimming all day long. We used to go deep into the ocean. I remember what it felt like deep into the ocean at that stage in my life.

I remember swimming out there, and then running back on the beach to make a beard in the sand. Then I’d shave my sand beard with a clamshell. Now, as an adult, I can’t stand shaving. I wish I never had to shave.

I remember all the magic. I remember all the traditions we had.

I would also go away to summer camp and spend almost the whole summer with friends there. It was so much fun. Then I’d come back, and we’d spend time as a family in The Hamptons.

My Grandmother had a house out in Hamptons Bay. It was on the water and absolutely beautiful. At the end of the summer, we used to go to go there.

The very last night we would have a lobster dinner. I remember picking up the lobsters at Tully’s, a seafood store in Hampton Bays, and all the anticipation about that dinner — cracking them open and sitting down to that last big dinner before going back to school.

I would sit there and wonder (now, please don’t laugh) if I would be the tannest or blondest kid in school on the first day. I was always working on my tan or letting my hair bleach out from the sun.

Summers used to be so carefree. Now as adults, what do we do?

We take a week off — maybe two — and that’s it. The rest of the time, we work.

Summer nights aren’t magic anymore. We need to recapture that feeling that we had as a kid.

What is your favorite summer memory? What is your most incredible summer memory? How can you get back that magic?

Wouldn’t it be great if your boss let you out of work every single day at 3:00pm just because it was summertime? What if everyone’s boss let them out of work at 3:00pm every day of summer, and everyone could go out and play tag? Maybe you could go out and have a color war like you did at camp, or go to the neighborhood pool and play Marco Polo.

Maybe we should institute that. Maybe I should ask President Obama and Congress to make that a law, i.e., that in July and August all businesses must close at 3:00 pm so that all adults can act like kids again.

Why do we need to be so old? Why do we need to act like adults? Why can’t summer be magical like it once was?

As I’m writing this blog on a Monday sitting with my wife in Palm Springs, I am realizing how amazing summer truly is. I want to have that amazing summer feeling back that I had when I was a kid. So I think if we all get together and maybe sign some type of petition to enact that 3:00pm summer rule, that we can get that magical summer feeling back.

For those of you who are single, imagine all the great dates you can go on if we get this 3:00pm summer law passed. Imagine all the amazing people you can meet when go to the adult summer camp at 3:00pm after work, and get to go on a “social.”

I remember socials at summer camp. They were so much fun. Boys on one side and girls on the other. It was so much easier than speed dating.

Anyway, I think we should pass this blog on to President Obama and see what he can do to make this 3:00pm summer law happen. I think this could be something that could really work!

Hope everyone is having a fantastic Labor Day weekend! I can’t believe the summer is coming to an end. Today’s blog is great, as it is the best adventure you can have on this Labor Day.

One of the best things to do is to play tourist in your own town. Walk around your town on a Saturday and pretend that you’ve never been there before. Why? It will force you to ask for directions and recommendations and to converse with people that you haven’t talked to before.

Maybe you can make this an adventure with somebody. Pretend like you’ve never been there before. Not only will you meet interesting people, but you will also learn things about your town that you probably didn’t already know.

Just because you have lived somewhere your whole life does not mean that you know every restaurant! It doesn’t mean you’ve been to every little shop, or explored every nook and cranny.

By acting like a curious, lost tourist, you will be able to meet more people all day long. This builds your social network.

If you start connecting with a woman who lives in your town and you want to ask her out, you can say, “Give me your number. I’d love to get together with you. I live here, but I made a pact with myself today that I was going to re-explore my town. I’ve lived here my entire life and I wanted to feel like a tourist again. And since you were nice enough to share all of your information, I would like to take you out and show you one of MY favorite places.”

She’ll ask you which place is your favorite, and you can say “It’s a surprise! Give me your number and we’ll get together next week.” That is how you do it. Turn it into a game while still being honest.

At a recent Bootcamp a client asked me if I’d ever done this. I told him “Absolutely! It works really well.”

You’re not lying to them. You’re doing a social experiment on yourself. Also, it tells a woman that you are self-evolved.

You are showing her that you are a man that actually thinks outside the box. It takes a lot of guts to pretend to be a tourist.

How many times have you been with a woman who has complained that she hasn’t seen your vulnerable side? Pretending to be a tourist is a way to show a woman your vulnerability.

All right, let’s go take a walk! Enjoy your Labor Day!

On to today’s blog. Have an amazing Labor Day weekend!

The other day something interesting happened. This probably happens every single day . . . on an elevator, in a restaurant and on the subway.

There seems to be a disease going around. I call the people with this disease “barrel inners and barrel outers.” The barrel inners are the people who, when you’re walking out of a restaurant or out of a subway train, have to get in before you get out (or vice versa).

They’ll actually physically push you as they do it too. I’ve been physically pushed in New York City by people wanting so badly to get on a train before the people exiting get off, that they push all the people trying to exit the train as they do it.

So the other day we were in an elevator on the way to an appointment, and there were some barrel outers behind us. It was amazing. When we get to our floor, we are standing in front of the elevator doors waiting for them to open when we feel this pushing from behind us.

These barrel outer women standing behind us apparently couldn’t wait to get out of the elevator or just wanted to get out ahead of us. So I turned around and told the barrel outer women that we were also getting off at that floor, but they didn’t care. Barrel outers will physically push and elbow their way ahead of you.

The barrel inners are just as bad though. After I had lunch recently, I was at the door to the restaurant on my way to leave when a whole group of barrel inners just started barreling right in the door. Did they think I was a doorman just waiting to hold the door to let them in? It’s amazing how many times you open the door to leave a place, and the barrel inners charge right in.  

I’m sure every single day you see your share of barrel inners and barrel outers. I’m sure some of you are notorious barrel inners and barrel outers.  

Have you ever been to Italy? They’re the worst in terms of being barrel inners and barrel outers. You could be the next one in line at a museum to pay, and the next thing you know there will be ten Italians all around you in a circle. You think, “Did I just inherit some big Italian family? Sure…get right in!”

That’s it for the barrels. I wondered where they got that song “Roll Out The Barrel…” In today’s video, find out how to be the opposite of barrel inners and outers — someone who women WANT to be around all the time…

The men’s voices were slurred, and the women’s voices sounded like drunk Paris Hiltons. Every place we went and every party we passed, the drunken men would scream to their drunken mates “We found the party!” while the women would scream in excitement.

Watching these sub-species of humans, I kept waiting to see them do something. I felt like I was at a people zoo.

So they finally felt found the party? You’d think they’d tell other people. Not these people. Once they found they found the party, they also found their spot.

It seems that people are very territorial. Once they find their spot at a party, they will do anything not to leave it.

It’s amazing. You can’t move them. You can’t even get by them once they’ve found their spot. So you literally have to pretend you’re at a human zoo and just watch the interaction of the species.

You’d figure with all the excitement, something would happen other than territorial instincts. Do you know what actually does end up happening? What ends up happening is exactly what I said in yesterday’s blog, i.e., NOTHING.

That is, nothing except that this species begins to get a little disappointed. The over-the-top energy energy of elation always ends up leading to a pack member tugging at another one’s arm and convincing them that it’s time to go and find the other party of the year.

The funny thing is that the people we saw bop around the daytime parties, were the same people we saw moaning at fireworks at night. It’s exactly what I described in yesterday’s blog, i.e., you all finally made it to the party of the year but forgot to talk to people.

It’s amazing to watch this. The expectations of the 4th of July will bite you in the ass every time.

The great thing about it is that now you can just enjoy the rest of your summer, because now you don’t have the “BBQ” (the bigger, better barbecue) expectations . . . at least until Labor Day rolls around.

After Labor Day, this feeling won’t come up again until Halloween. So now is the time to kick this habit. Stop the mentality that you’ll meet your great love at that one great party. It’s over.

If you can relate to this behavior, then you need to know that nothing will change until you do the work. It’s not the party that’s the problem, it’s you.

Wherever I go there’s a party. I don’t need the 4th of July to find one. That’s the way I live my life, and it’s the same way you need to live yours.

So if you can relate to this, it’s time to invest in something other than drinking to meet people. Try my Men’s Mastery Series or my Women’s Mastery Series. Call it a good wakeup call.

Enjoy the 5th of July, because the party is everywhere.