Brown paper packages, tied up with string, these are a few of Panama's favorite things.
1. Outdoor bars
Have you ever tried to drink a brewski outdoors in 20 degree weather? While it can be done, it sucks more than Tuesday's Reality Kings lineup. I remember a few weeks back when DC got hit with the Snowpocalypse 2010 and one wayward establishment opened an outdoor bar and patrons were joyously sipping Pabst Blue Ribbon while trying to avoid slipping on the ice for fear of spilling their beers. You've got to be some kind of glutton for punishment to purposely go TO an outdoor bar in 20 degree weather. Or from Minnesota or one of those other states that are really just Canada.
2. Rooftop decks
Much like outdoor bars, rooftop decks blow in the winter. Women usually wear skimpy clothes to the club (yay) but they never go outside unless they have to. You know what this means right? A bunch of hardlegs standing up on a rooftop deck hoping for some woman to come outside and interrupt their convo about where all the ladies are. Spring time brings all the girls to the yard. Or was that a milkshake. I can't remember. Either way, you can have a milkshake on a rooftop deck, too!
3. Spring/summer dresses
For obvious reasons of the flowy and accentuous nature of said dresses. They make me smile.
4. People-filled parks
Nothign makes you feel like you live in a city with a pulse like the random games of ultimate frisbee and folk-life festivals that pop up in the city's parks. Just makes you feel alive. Like playing Operation.
5. BBQ
At the first hint of warm weather, somebody's always going to break out the outdoor industrial strength and size grill and throw some ribs on the grates. And I for one couldn't be happier. In fact, I tend to troll my neighborhood for even the most remote smell of burning charcoal. Then I become that long lost relative you didn't know you had but is so lovable you can't turn him away.
Yes, springtime, get here posthaste. For it is I who loves you.
It was written.
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