I don’t know about the rest of you crazy kids, but I’m super serious when I say, “I’m ready for colder weather.”  And I’ve been saying it a lot lately.  I bought a brand new air conditioner in May, and by mid-July it had already given out and was completely incapable of cooling my apartment (a problem no one seemed to have an answer to).  I know summer will technically still be around until September 23, but at the rate we’re going right now, I’m wondering if we’ll even have a winter.  So, uh, is there going to be any snow this “winter”?

I’m not so sure.  The temperature has steadily been hovering around the 90-degree mark all summer.  Granted, in New York it often feels like Hell is right under the pavement angrily radiating up into the streets, and it wasn’t so hot when I was home in Maryland for some time last month, but hasn’t this summer been a little ridiculous?  I mean, just a little bit?

The worst part, for me, is sweating.  I really detest the feeling of my shirt sticking to my back.  Especially after waiting in the 2nd Avenue F train station for 10 minutes, riding the train up to 57th Street, and having to awkwardly be charming and qualified in a job interview in an art gallery while my bangs stick to my forehead.  True story circa 11:00 this morning.

So, like I said, I’m super serious when I say that I’m ready for colder weather.  Not just colder weather, but cold weather.  I want to leave my apartment with a big coat and scarf and fur-lined hat.  I want it to be so cold that there is no possible way a droplet of sweat could even think of forming on my skin.  Only then will I be happy.  Until then, I’ll be briskly walking from air-conditioned building to air-conditioned building with a scowl on my face.

UPDATE: According to the Old Farmer’s Almanac we actually are going to have a fairly snowy winter!