Hello from the sauna that is New York City. I've been sweating for days and everything in my closet is either too tight or too thick or simply just too much fucking clothes. But it's okay, because we have a long weekend so we can spend the days on breezy roofs and cool down with watermelon vodka punch instead of hiding out in a AC-freezing office. I've been drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and making out on a back yard fire escape that was later invaded by raccoons. I went to Juliette and had cocktails with my babe Louis that I hadn't seen in forever. And I've been touring the rooftops of Brooklyn, because it seems to be only place where you can breathe nowadays.