Seasons of Summer...

I was sitting around last night thinking about what I am going to do when summer is over. It's so close. And August tends to fly by. I don't want it to end…even though the weather is often unbearably hot, the sticky humid air swallows us whole when we step outside…I don't care. I'll take it. A little sweat never killed anyone. In fact, it can be great lubrication.
All my friends look forward to the winter. They plan their island vacation getaways, their golf outings, and their overseas romps. I choose to stay at home, in my cold and gray city. It doesn’t mean I don't like it….I can't complain really about any place that affords me the luxury of living the way I do. (Sexy, single and sixty-three…) But I do admit that the thought of summer ending does pull my perfect lips down into a perfect pout.
End of summer means no more bikinis. No more leggy shorts. No more skin!
Don't get me wrong…Fall Fashion gives the best sorts of style choices (I read the magazines, I know it's "the time" for fashion)….I know, I can still bare a bit without freezing to death…but, it's definitely an end to certain things…mini-skirts and strappy sandals, outdoor dining, barbecue smells from my neighbors apartment balconies.
No more bedroom windows open and sex to the city sounds. No more beach!
Well, I'm not one to wallow in misery. As you know, I bitch slap those miserable fools. I'm one to get out there and take action during the last few weeks of heat that I have. A few more weekend drives to the New Jersey Shore. A few more mid-afternoon outings for an icy margarita on the sidewalks of Philly. And I can definitely hit the summer sales to buy myself a few more sundresses to sport for the rest of August. You know what…I'm feeling better already.