"With a Shiver in My Bones Just Thinking About the Weather"

The other day it was nice and sunny and about 80 degrees and someone said, "I wish the weather was like this all year." I agreed, because believe it or not I sometimes like to be agreeable, but as I gave the sentiment more thought, I decided I'd rather not have it sunny and perfect every day of the year. How boring would that be?

For one thing, I believe most of the people with the blinding senses of entitlement who make my every waking moment almost god damn unbearable moved here from a "perfect weather" climate. They grew up thinking that every aspect of their lives should always be flawless. "How the fuck did these peons run out of veal?" " Why do I have to obey traffic laws? I'M LATE." I think there's something about never being physically uncomfortable that brings out the worst in people.

Jesus, can you imagine how many fucknads would move to Las Vegas if it was eighty degrees year-'round? I think the three months of one-hundred-plus temperatures scares off some of my potential future irritants. Otherwise, twice as many douchebags from all over would flock here and further test our out-of-date-roads, crumbling infrastructure, and underfunded public services. I shudder to think of the crowd at the Henderson DMV. Give me a second to compose myself...it's that horrible an image.

I used to love October back home. October is just another month here. I'm grateful that the hot weather is gone, but does lack of a negative really equal a positive? I miss seeing the leaves change color and feel the crisp coolness in the air; I miss drinking hot cider at the St. James Art Fair; I miss Alisha's and Dave's Halloween party; and I really miss being able to wear a jacket to help mask my unsightly physique. I guess if I had an extra five-hundred dollars burning a hole in my pocket I could attend a massive Halloween bash along the lines of The Annual Pimp Show, Monster-Truck Rally, and Whore Auction. Of course, I'd be going BY MYSELF, but that's another problem for another post.

Damn, a post about the weather turned into another self-loathing diatribe. These are so much better when I write them out first.

Update: I just got back from a Halloween party. I was invited by local blog friends Shannon and Claudia. That's Shannon of Shannonosphere fame, not Shannon/Shaken. Shaken actually went to some big deal Body English shindig and didn't bother inviting me. I had a good time at the party but since I drove I took it easy on the booze.