Reds on Ice: It's Not Heresy

Reds on Ice? It's Not Heresy

I spent most of the past six summers detesting summer and trying to escape (and usually successfully) the City any chance I got, so it feels weird to be looking forward to indulging in summer.

I plan on drinking outside with my friends and getting a good buzz going. I am self-imposing a detox in July, but then I have all of August to indulge in cold beer and chilled rosés. To go along with the beverages, I am going to eat all the grilled meat and vegetables I can. I just grilled and ate about 20 pounds of galbi to prepare for this … it made me want to find an excuse to invite everyone I know in the Washington metropolitan area to my parents’ house for a barbecue.

I may also be found sunbathing by the pool. I plan to slather on the SPF 30 and roast in the sun whenever I damn well please because my condo fees let me do so. I don’t even care what I look like in a bikini at this point (okay, maybe I do a little).

After I get some color on my unusually pale self (or maybe even before), I am going to start sporting my new summertime threads – I scratched a major shopping itch at the sales in Geneva and today at the outlets in Virginia … I look forward most to wearing my new gold espadrille wedge heels. I don’t give a shit if they are a few seasons old – they were only $40 and make my ankles look skinny. Besides, I live in Virginia now: I am allowed to enjoy the summer and be fashionably behind the times. Life is good!

Alas, all this starts tomorrow with the 4th of July … For now, I am ridiculously jet lagged and must drag my tired ass to bed.