At the risk of sounding like an alcoholic, I’m going to tell you this: it’s hard not to drink in the summer.
During the winter, or, as it seemed to be this year in New York, the never-ending deep freeze, people don’t go out as much. They prefer to stay home cuddling (with their significant other, their pet, or, in my case, this one supremely cozy robe) or else when they do go out, they’ll tend to stick to one bar and then go home earlier just because it gets dark earlier and therefore seems later.
Now that the days are long and the weather is cooperating, my friends are going out more, and I’m on a kickball league, both of which are turning out to be a wrench in my eating healthier resolution that I still mostly try to stick to 6 months after making it.
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