Drunk of the Week
Dear Seattle Summer...
Can you go a little easier on us? You avoid us completely, with the exception of a couple of days a month—and then on these days, the city loses its collective mind. I mean, you bring us temperatures in the mid 70s, and suddenly people are lying around, sunburning themselves in our city parks. They insist on lighting fires and grilling foods out on the street corners. Or, even worse, like this couple, they grill foods and then insist on drinking beer, sitting in chairs, at the bottom of a pool (and they didn't even wait an hour after they ate).
Seattle Summer, I think you should either commit to the next three months or just get the hell outta here. Any more teasing, and someone's gonna get hurt. Thanks, Kelly.