Another Day

Another day of gloomy skies. How I pine after the sunshine I once knew. As a child I resented the onslaught of bitter tourist who crowded my beaches. As a teenager I secretly screamed at the out of state drivers that clogged my new-found roads of freedom. As a college student I sought my silent revenge by pouring regular coffee when the cheap, low-tipping-snowbirds would request decaf. Ha! I'll show you!!

(side note, a 10% tip is roughly equal to a D+ in school; 15% tip, to a C+; 20% is a B or maybe an A-; anything above that means excellence!)

Sadly, I suppose the joke is on me. Today, April 22, 2011 I sit in this gloomy northern city longing for the beautiful white sands of my youth. the sting of a (mild) sunburn, the smell of cocoa butter and aloe. What I would't give to spend the entire day in my bathing suit (even under my work clothes) because I know I will clock out and be on a towel in under 15 minutes.

in short...

Dear Chicago,

you suck from November to May.

sincerely,

Shivering in Chicago