Summer in New York has arrived. This week, the temperature has exceeded 90 degrees F, and after work, all you see are people hurrying home to hide out with their comforting ACs and tons of cleavage, legs, and butt exposed by city women. I’ve always loved warm weather but abhor humidity. Sweat dripping down my body and clothes sticking to my skin are not fun sensations. I also do not enjoy walking out of my apartment first thing in the morning, and inhaling to realize that the first smell wafting through my nostrils is that of garbage roasting in the summer heat. But, I do look forward to shedding my layers, weekend getaways outside of the city, and outdoor boozing with sangria and mojito pitchers. Homemade fruit popsicles, here we come!