I started writing this post at 1:22am and Melbourne is 20.8 degrees celsius.
I used to be a Summer hater but I've learnt to love it.
I'm lying in bed, on top of my doona and barely under a thin cotton throw. It is bloody boiling in the house. Way hotter that 20.8, that is for sure.
I don't think I've had nearly enough stone fruit for Summertime yet. I've been lounging around the house doing my annual Gossip Girl rewatch and avoiding spending money. I haven't been sunburnt yet. All in all, it hasn't really felt much like Summer.
You know Summer? That thing that people say they love, the extending period of time that movies about young people are often set in. The time people saying they're getting bikini ready for. What does that even mean?
I don't really know about this Summer thing, people wistfully remember it but often its just sweaty and dull. I'm capitalising it the S in Summer because it seems like a concept or something people try to sell. I still don't know if I get it.
Today I think I began to fully appreciate the beauty of this thing people have been talking about. Today, it felt like Summer.
This is what today was like:
Day time - Do nothing, stay indoors, UV too high.
Night time - Leave the house in search of friends.
Get a slurp and head to the beach.
Beach for an indeterminate amount of time. No need for a towel, the air will dry you in seconds.
Walk down Acland Street wearing your bikini top, shorts and thongs. Get a potato cake. Continue walking. Look like white trash.
Eat dinner late, once it has finally gotten dark.
Walk to a mates, greet the neighbourhood gang fondly. Eat some food. Have some (more) bevs.
Organise to do the same thing in three days time.
It was bloody good.
*I'm writing this post tipsy because that is what vodka slurpees, vodka again and cider will do to a lady like me so I apologise for any errors in spelling/grammar/judgement but all in all this is the way to be in an Australian summer.
