Summertime and the Livin' Is Easy

All good things must come to an end, particularly summer in April in the Northeast.

Wednesday was arguably the best day since I moved to New York. Walking out the door I could feel the warm breeze on skin that hadn't seen the light of day since October and hear the birds heralding the start of hopefully 5 long, easy months. I actually had an intellectually stimulating project at work, even though it kept me indoors and blocked from viewing the scantily clad youth walking Midtown East. And when I got out, my favorite pain in a Republican's side had ID'd a bar on the Upper East Side with outdoor happy hour.

$3 Yuengling draughts + Yankees/Red Sox + a warm evening breeze = heaven on earth.

But the sudsy glow I felt after my fair share of beer for dinner slowly faded on the LIRR home, foreshadowing a rough (and hungry) morning today. The sun still shined, but with not nearly the power it exhibited 24 hours prior. This weekend, we slide back to what is typical for April in New York: a chilly rain.

But at least a little bit of sunshine will peek through on Saturday -- John comes back from the Old South.