It’s cliché, but when you’ve got nothing to talk about, it’s always a safe bet to talk about the weather. How else would you get through sober conversations with cab drivers and awkward run-ins with high school frenemies?
So, yeah, the weather – I thought it was June?!
It’s the time of year when we should be all about sidewalk drinks and roof deck shenanigans. Instead, we’ve been miserably relegated to binging on sangria indoors and clearing out the city’s supply of bronzer. One more self-tanner application and I’ll be like Lindsay Lohan in London—a sad girl stumbling around a rainy city, impossibly drunk and hideously orange.
What else is there to do? How are YOU spending these rainy nights and weekends?
Posted by Amelia