Summer is (officially) here. And while there are many lists on the internet dedicated to Atlanta’s mating season in the sun, I wanted to take the time and tell you the worst parts about summers here.
- It’s everlasting. Summer really began in April the first time you nearly passed out walking to the mailbox. It ends somewhere in October when the UGA hoodies come out.
- Construction is also eternal. 400 is your new home now. You live there among the orange cones. Sit awhile.
- Your chances of getting skin cancer in the stands at Suntrust Park are 99.9% but possibly worth it for a World Series run.
- Summer time storms turn your backyard into waterfront property. Mosquitoes and roaches are your new residents.
- Hartsfield-Jackson is hopping during the travel season…the line through security is as long as your flight.
- You recognize like, 2 bands on the Music Midtown lineup, but still pray for tickets.
- To sit in the beer lines.
- And the port-o-potty lines.
- Who doesn’t love festival food poisoning? I’m 6 pounds away from my bikini body.
- Your family that’s in town for the weekend wants to climb Kennesaw Mountain. It’s 97 degrees. Strap me to a cannon and fire me into the Gulf of Mexico. It’s hot.
Even with the sunburn, indigestion, and empty wallet…we stay for another summer. Happy Summer Solstice!