Dear Florida,
You were supposed to be so hot my jeans stuck to me as I walked from the car to the next air conditioned restaurant. You were supposed to be so humid I cursed being born with what we like to call the "Jewfro". You were neither of these for the entire week I was there and now I am even pastier than before I left. Not cool.
The only thing that makes up for it on this chilly day in Chicago, was the Friendly Fires vs. Holy Ghosts remix of "On Board". I'll sip my tea and bob gently in my seat waiting another four months until warmer weather makes its way here.
I still love you,
Mia