OMG, rumor is…New York is about to get hit with 30 inches of snow. As if that 12 inches of sleet crap wasn’t enough. I’m not sure how true this is?! And I refuse to look it up, or pay attention to the news because I’ve got a fashion show to attend on Sunday!
All I keep thinking about is that in the middle of January I was laying on the beach in my $20 Forever 21 swimsuit! Le sigh. Yes, it was for work (at my new gig with TalkingTexture.com) but I managed to get in a few hours of the glorious beach and some much-needed cocktails.
The Ultimate Beauty Getaway was a success but I have some hate mail for South Beach!
Why must you be so cruel? With your almost clear blue waters the color of Michael Ealy’s eyes and your oversized sugar based cocktails…go straight to hell! Yes I am bitter that I wasn’t able to spend more time with you!
I think I am mostly mad that I don’t have room service in my mid-sized Brooklyn apartment. Or that I don’t have a maid to turn back my sheets and leave a chocolate on my pillow (I must teach my dude how to do that)!
I thought maybe if I closed my eyes tight enough and envisioned those seductive bedroom doors that I could forget my affordable and ordinary IKEA wardrobe doors. Nah shawty, it ain’t work!
I thought that if I saw my friends more often I could get over you. You know maybe insert a few happy hours, and some FaceTime? Nah shawty, it ain’t work!
So now that I know you are the issue, I think I have a solution. And guess what…it seems fairly easy to execute too!
Take Mother Nature out for a cup of coffee. Starbucks caramel apple spice is God sent so the experience should impress her. Convince her that you are the STANDARD! That weather should really feel like you (all the time).
Now I won’t be too greedy. I get that this is the East Coast and we must have seasons.
But let’s see if we can convince Mother Nature to have winter for just the month of December. It’s when it counts the most anyways. It’s the holidays, you need a good snowball fight, etc. etc. etc.! Once the new year hits, bring on the blue water!
Trust me when I tell you, your stock will come up. Everyone will fall in love you. You’ll create a new movement of warm bodies!