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We are so over last winter. That's right: OVER IT! From the record-breaking Snowpocalypse that grounded a bajillion flights, to the dead birds falling from the sky, to the horrible flu season and the fact that our government was thisclose to shutting down: We'd like to put that time, once and for all, out of our collective memory. And it's only right that we, as a nation, reward ourselves for getting through. After World War I came the decadence of the Roaring Twenties; the repressed fifties gave way to the craziness of free love. So what's our follow-up to the misery of early 2011? We're looking forward to one seriously capital-R Relaxing summer, filled with warm, idle afternoons, tasty margaritas and so many barbecues that we'll never want to look at a hot dog again. We'll be flirting in flip-flops and finally—finally!—feeling the sun on our legs (which, we admit, haven't been shaved since February—so sue us). But readers, a small note of caution before embarking on your summer fun: There's a fine line between partying like a rock star and partying like a reality star. So get tan safely (fakely!) but not JWoww orange; get tipsy but not David Hasselhoff falling-down drunk; and put on a bikini, but make sure it covers the entirety of your cute butt. Most important: Enjoy yourselves! Because, before you know it, we'll all be back in our parkas, shivering our way into 2012.
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