A SURPLUS OF SCINTILLATING SUNSHINE…
Summer is my favourite season.
Much as I adore the town where I was born and raised, we get a lot of rain. As in, a real lot…
Even during those precious few sweltering months. It has been improving. The last few summers have been pretty damn glorious weather wise.
But we’re in the midst of a heat wave like this city has never seen. I’m talking 100+ degree temperatures in the shade. Last I heard, it broke a record going all the way back to 1937.
That’s a long time…
If this were Cali or Arizona or New Mexico, then it would seem like nothing. I swear, I’m NOT complaining. It’s gorgeous. It’s just that we’re not used to it up here.
So it’s hot and getting hotter…
In celebration of all this wicked heat, I present one of the classic British bands that I adore – THE KINKS singing SUNNY AFTERNOON.
It’ll cool down eventually. But not too soon, I hope.
After all, it is the weekend. Summer was made for good times…
July 31, 2009 at 8:34 pm
The Kinks rule…and that’s a favorite too.
Thanks!
August 2, 2009 at 2:35 am
how’s the heat changing your fashion choices ???
August 2, 2009 at 4:22 am
Oh, baby. You don’t even want to know, glim….
But Houston must traditionally have much hotter summers than we do.
I crave glamour. So I always want to look good. But it’s really difficult to appear fresh in this heat.
Indoors it’s not too much of a problem. I take good care of my skin. So I don’t wear makeup around the house. I like to be comfortable so I wear my best lingerie. I save dressing to the nines for excursions outside of my home.
Outdoors it’s problematic. It’s blazing bloody hot, glim. So I’ll naturally wear a lot of halter tops and miniskirts. Nothing too revealing and all very elegant.
But if you’re a tall, glamorous blonde wearing considerably less clothing than you usually do, some moronic men think that that gives them licence to strut on over and do some fast talking.
Yeah, yeah. Like it’s going to get them anywhere…
So these days I usually wear something to cover up over my clothes. I buy long white lightweight duster coats that skim the ankle in material that can breathe.
Believe me. Jackasses STILL stare and make comments. But that mostly keeps them to a minimum.
Christ, before I started doing that, some dirty old man walked all the way across a parking lot to tell me how much he liked my legs. I nearly kicked his ass on the spot.
Ewwww. Old bastard probably had cooties.
Welcome to my world, glim.
Aren’t you glad you’re NOT living in it…???
August 2, 2009 at 5:41 am
My darling little crabcake, isn’t it awesomely wild how close our musical tastes are?
Practically identical, I would say.
Anything to make you happy, Craig.
Anything at all…