Summer in the City

You know it's summer in NYC when...

• It's perfectly normal to see even less of your friends than usual, as weekends are reserved for beach jaunts.

• You notice that passersby are smiling and making eye contact. Sunshine and warm weather makes New Yorkers *very* happy.

• College interns report to work en masse. They're eager, naive, and at least 10-15 pounds slimmer than everyone else. Oh, and like projectile vomit, they're all over the place.

• You find yourself seeking out the city's best outdoor dining/drinking venues - iced coffee - fro-yo - nearby beaches for day-trips, etc. Like it's your life's mission.

• You gawk and cringe at the sight of violently-sunburnt gringos. Will we they ever learn?

• The stench of urine/dog shit/trash/beer/puke is magnified.

• Like a train wreck, you simply cannot take your eyes off of the horrifying pair of cracked heels and gnarly toes that are sporting this season's hautest sandals.

• Your Facebook newsfeed is dotted with "bikini selfies." #getoveryourself

• Every Friday, the office environment feels like it does on Christmas Eve: Overly jovial and sparsely populated.

• You can actually get a spot:

  • At your favorite Saturday exercise class.

  • At the hottest new restaurant.

• You cannot go to bed without taking another shower. Or, at the very least, washing the filth off of your "flip flop feet."

• You can actually enjoy an early-morning stroll/jog/bike ride outdoors.

• At least three days/week, your afternoon snack is a cup of fro-yo from the truck parked near the office.

• The town bleeds "Nantucket Red" and Lilly "pink and green."

What screams "summer" to you? 

…

Until we eat again,

Lindsay, The Lunch Belle