Dear Chicago friends,
I’ve heard a lot of folks talking smack about summer lately.
As in, we really didn’t have one. I know…we’re all disoriented because we’re not sweltering in heat or suffocating in humidity. (In the famous words of that drugged-up kid from the dentist, “Is this real life?”)
However, you know, and I know, what is right around the corner. As a result, I am clinging on to summer for dear life. Here is how I know: A band was playing outside on the roofdeck right below my bedroom window last night. I wasn’t even mad. I was actually happy that summer made this possible.
Since summer doesn’t officially end until September 21, I propose that we squeeze in more of this:
Because we’re just around the corner from:
(Apologies for all the blurry iPhone photos)