While everyone in the world is about to put their leather boots on and have them rudely splattered by the cars cutting through the puddles, I, on my little island, am being hit by what appears to be another heat wave. Which would be completely cool if it wasn't October and I didn't wear my bejeweled fit-flops every day like some bejeweled fit-flop girl. Even I'm willing to admit that Summer is going out of season.
Still, apparently good weather is having a comeback, which breathes new life and meaning into all the money I spent on Calzedonia swimwear last month. Feeling like a discount whore, I shamelessly exchanged my anti-crisis tear streaked coins for what once were exclusive items. Value of a single scrunchy for authentic glamour. If that doesn't make one's purposefully tanned booty feel unworthy of them glittering panties, I don't know what does.
But, bitching about the perfect weather aside, there's something to be said about the lax lifestyle of an islander. When you live in the city and your life is a rat race, you forget that somewhere—somewhere else, obviously—everything is perfect in the world. That at this very moment somebody is lounging on the beach with a morning Piña Colada in one hand (because drinking in the morning is only frowned upon if you don't have your mind set on letting the sun kill you first) and an iPhone in the other, prepared to take a perfect shot.
Granted, sometimes even the lucky ones have to go to work, but at least here they don't have to go by subway. Which is good news for everyone who doesn't like being trampled to near death on the way to the office. Still, every now and then, a girl needs to put her leather boots on and be prepared to get them dirty, especially with the holidays looming in the distance like some proverbial doomsday. The mere thought of Christmas shopping in this heat is enough to send a tranc dart to the holiday mood.
Ok, forget it. I'll think about it when the temperature drops. But until then...