Bring on the humidity. Bring on as many blisteringly hot, rivulets-of-sweat-streaming-off-my-body days as I can get. Make my airconditioner work for it’s electric fix.
Living in New York during summertime is one of my favourite things in the world. Most people scurry away to the Hamptons or the Jersey Shore to avoid the triple threat of intense heat, waves of tourists and insane queues, but not me. I stay for the concerts, the crazies, the madcap nights roaming the streets when anything and everything seems possible. Yay summer!