It's really cold

Tonight is the last ever Stolen Transmission party at Orchard Bar before they move to Thursday nights at The Annex. These Friday night parties have basically been a given for me for the last four months, and have served me well. By any measure, I should be there tonight, since they're most enjoyable between 2 and 4 am and there's no way I'm ever going to make it that late on a Thursday night. But I'm not. Because I don't feel like it.

I believe this is a sign of my ultimate submission to seasonal affectation disorder. Despite the Winter Olympics, which, regardless of the opinions of most sportswriters and Americans, is one of my favorite things in the world, all I've been able to think about for the last couple weeks is warm temperatures. I'm not going outside tonight, end of story, and don't plan on doing so until the thermometer gets another ten degrees on it. I'm also looking forward to my summer social life, which will involve much less dancing and a lot more drinking outdoors, most likely in the following contexts:
1. 40's on my stoop.
2. Commonwealth's back patio
3. The Gate
4. 60 oz. mugs of beer at Nathan's at Coney Island
5. Illicit drinking at Prospect Park

As much as I can't deny having enjoyed myself at overcrowded hipster dance parties, those all sound a lot better right now. I will now go drink a bottle of wine and watch figure skating. Oh, I'm also listening to lots of Fountains of Wayne.