The Last Week of Hotness (well…maybe)
In Texas, there are only two seasons: winter, early summer, summer, and late summer.
Having lived in the Lone Star State most of my life, I annually anticipate the last week of summer. I welcome September and Friday night football, falling leaves, cool nights, and hot chocolate. However, falling leaves don’t fall in Texas until November. A cool night might surprise us in October, and hot chocolate has permanent residence on the pantry shelf, not seasonally fickle, but really good if you turn the thermostat down to 60 degrees.
Texas is hot. Don’t let no one kid you. And don’t use double negatives. We Texans live on double negatives, like “I ain’t got no…” Nevertheless, this little country town, through which I traverse periodically, is always on the proverbial ball, even in the heat of September.
Why, we even wear white up until Christmas. There’s really no point in wearing wool and boots while temps hover in the 90’s, even though there are some idiots fashion-conscious people who do. But then, most Texans aren’t really fashion plates, except for maybe those silly Dallas Divas whose brains apparently fried in the Dallas heat.
See the girl in the green jacket? She’s mad at her husband. He told her her stockings were wrinkled. She wasn’t wearing any. It’s summer.
This guy says, “I wouldn’t be seen with a girl who goes out with someone as ugly as me!”
Anyway, check out this little town, Hughes Springs, maybe for a little antique-shopping and Mexican food destination. Dress accordingly.
Happy late summer!
Peace and love.