rather be v.2.0

Hotel Argo, Mykonos, Greece. At the pool bar, with the hot (I still say he is gay) bartender who gave us free not great strawberry drinks and played a lot of Britney Spears/Madonna.



Autumn in New York : soon enough, I suppose, but I've about had enough of highs in the 80s and all that sand at the beach :


Summer in Paris, a season I have yet to experience but am sure I would rather enjoy because it eliminates two of my least favorite Parisian things --- freezing cold sans heat, and Parisians.

Last but not least, I would rather be still sleeping. Because I'm sick of my job(s) and I have to work both of them today. The weekend is so close, but still so far away...