For those of you aren't around these parts, let me just inform you that the title of this post is chock full of sarcasm.
Now, while Chicago is more than well-known for the HORRENDOUS winters, a lot of people (somewhat surprisingly) don't know about Chicago's (usually) blissful summers. The proximity to Lake Michigan means beaches for summer beach volleyball leagues, day drinking, and dog beaching. There are street fests every weekend, and generally just tons of stuff to do. There has to be, in a city that has 8-9 months of misery every year (it snows in April, regularly. Sometimes in May). That's why we put up with the brutal Chicago winters, for the gloriously lovely Chicago summers.
Until this year.
This summer has been absolutely miserable.
It pretty much rained the whole month of June, and here we are in August, and it's currently 64 degrees and raining at 3:00 in the afternoon.
This is what I see from my living room/ bedroom on a beautiful Chicago summer day:
This is what I can see (or rather what I CAN'T see) today
Here's a little view down towards the ground. Beautiful, huh??
UGH. All I wanted was my Chicago summer. :(