I’m not a fan of summer. In fact, I very, very strongly dislike summer. Which makes me weird. Fine. When is it fall? Seriously, I’m sooooo sick of sweating just from stepping outside, and getting bitten by mosquitos, and getting sunburned, and being expected to be having a great time when I’m physically miserable from the heat. I’m not sure why everyone loves summer. In the winter, you can cuddle up in blankets, and your hair doesn’t get frizzy, and you can step outside and actually enjoy the outdoors instead of being smothered by humidity. Please, lovers of summer, explain yourselves, because I’m just not getting it.
In other news, I’m headed to NYC tomorrow to meet up with T. He’s already there with his friend, and I’m taking the bus up tomorrow to meet them. I’m sort of nervous about the bus because I’ve never taken it before, but the ticket was only $28. We’re probably going to the beach tomorrow (T’s choice. I hate the beach. See above.) and then we have tickets to the Yankees game Tuesday night, then we’re driving back down on Wednesday. I love NYC, but it’s supposed to be brutally hot tomorrow, so I’m not as excited as I normally would be (see above).
T bought my Yankees ticket, so I’ll be buying the beer and snacks. I’ll keep a tally because I keep hearing about how expensive food and drinks are at the new stadium, so we’ll see what the numbers actually work out to be. I’m not expecting this trip to be frugal, but it’s probably the last trip I’ll take for a while, so I’m not stressing too much about it.
Now I’m going to go take my cranky pants off…