Kick the Amp Over

Much like everything that is nearest to my heart (classic rock, Tennessee, the Die Hard movies) I simultaneously love and despise the season of summer.

For example, heat pisses me off.  It’s irritating.  It makes being outside frustrating.  Instead of providing me with some distinct, cathartic feeling like fall or winter, it just makes white noise play in my head (and not in a satisfying Sonic Youth-esque manner).  If any of you hear that I finally went completely insane, I guarantee it took place during the summer.

But at the same time there’s something about the sweltering heat that entices outdoor activity, which is an enormous contradiction.

The entire summer activity concept is completely contradictory.  People go outside to soak up the sun, but lather themselves in frothy sunscreen to prevent their skin from abuse.

Then they play volleyball– the only sport that actually involves abusing your (sunscreen soaked) arms with a giant leather ball until working up a fierce sweat.

Then they get in the pool/ocean to cool down.

For some reason it’s exciting to drink beverages such as mimosas or margaritas by the pool or by the ocean while lying out in the sun, even though the heat wears you down and the alcohol dehydrates you.

It’d be a lot smarter to skip all of this and stay inside all summer, but I’ve got drinking by the pool to do.

Regardless, the best part of summer is knowing that football season is around the corner.