There's something about summer that just makes you go wild. New York summer is actually one of the most disgusting things I hope you never experience.
Actually, sidebar, let us get into New York summer. I've never seen Wet Hot American Summer, but I can only imagine they filmed it on the streets of New York. Emphasis on the word wet. I take at least 16 showers a day. I'm convinced that the subway platforms are actually the gateway to hell and Satan himself is waiting just through the tunnels. This has been such a trying time that I hope no one else must face.
Alright, I went to a dark place. Summer! She's fun.
This summer, as you saw, I did a few "Views" posts. I now will be telling you about the summer I had with a series of posts entitled: "One Drink Chronicles". As you know, it never ends up being one drink.
That's the magical thing about the summer though. It's been programmed in our DNA since birth that summertime is the fun time. Schools out, pools open, and the street lights come on a little bit later so we can all stay outside longer. Everything gets a little crazy, maybe we have a summer fling, and then we get to September.
September strolls in and it's almost like waking up from a long nap. A drunken nap with the AC on blast of course. This summer was fun, but now the work begins again.
“No work, all play. What a mistake.”