Where are you, summer?

In the small circle of my closest friends, only one has a pool. This is because where most of us live, people do not have space for pools in their backyard, but she lives far away in what Canada Post deems “rural land” so she is not faced with the same limitations as us. Anyway, she holds a series of pool parties every summer, as a small gathering for all of us. Now, she planned this around last month, for THE END OF JUNE. End of school pool party, rather appropriate right?

Well the end of June is here, and it is still cold.

I don’t like this.

Someone once explained to me that global warming in fact makes it colder, or something like that. It doesn’t make much sense to me, or maybe that someone didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. Either way, it’s cold. It’s not winter cold, but where I am, it’s the type of weather where you wear jeans and a tshirt, or shorts and a sweater, but not both. That’s not what I deem pool party weather, where low self-esteem teenagers don their bikini bodies.

Plus it’s raining on this certain date.

WEATHER, WEATHER, WHEREFORE ART THOU NOT SUMMER?