August 12th, 2003

Drezzer cool

Speaking of Conrad

We are getting into the depths of August and the worst part of summer, and while this one has been mild as northern Virginia summers go, going outside is still like walking around inside somebody's mouth. In a word, "Uck."

So, as I do every year around this time, I find myself looking forward with eager anticipation to the last week of September, when the temperatures finally go back down, and with even more anticipation to late October, when it finally becomes cool enough to start wearing my beloved leather jacket again.

Mmm, my leather jacket. :) *purr*

Anyway! Northern Virginia has an unfortunate lack of cold, crisp weather, except for the last week of October and the first week or two of November. That all-too-short, delicious, football-playing, sweater-wearing time of year quickly turns into cool (but not cold), damp overcast-that's-never-quite-rain, and stays that way until everything abruptly turns to ice in mid-January. Le sigh.

The net result is that I spend lots of time wistfully sighing at the J.C. Penney men's catalog, mooning over the tweedy suits and fluffy sweaters I'll never have enough use for to make worth buying. Once winter comes, it's too cold for anything less than a big coat, and even if it wasn't, everybody's thermostat is turned up to 75+ friggin' degrees, so if you wear a sweater inside, you're ... well ... sweating.

I think that one of the reasons the cast of Suburban Jungle is constantly dressed in turtlenecks and big jackets is my own strange wish-fulfillment. These people are covered in FUR, for cryin' out loud, they gotta be sweltering!

-The Gneech
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