Summer time in Park Slope, Brooklyn is hot, sweaty, sticky and alive with vibrancy. Flowers and trees are in full bloom; Mr. Softy circumvents the ‘hood, fire hydrants spew forth NYC water through a sprinkler cap designed to conserve water for the fire fighters.
For some, it’s the start of long summer vacations, flocking to the country homes on the weekends or for the entire summer. For others, it’s barbeques in the backyard and entertaining visiting out of town guests or family. And for the other, others, it’s all about the summer food craze-Ice cream or Italian icies, outside brunch/dinner at a favourite restaurant, running through sprinklers in the neighbourhood park, or sniffing all the fire hydrants (the dogs-although some humans like to sniff).
Summer time in Park Slope, Brooklyn is oppressive humidity infused with dirt and pollution which adheres to the body. Water rates go up this time of year due to the countless amounts of showers it takes to get the stuff off. Electricity usage soars as air conditioners try to cool down overheated apartments and houses. Oh how I miss winter…
I do enjoy summer.
The fireflies, extended daylight, dew on the grass in Prospect Park, sandals, cold Chardonnay and tending my garden in the backyard make summer truly relaxing.
Not only do the freaks come out at night…
Those who drink too much come out.
Those who drink too much come out from the neighbourhood bars during the summer at 2am-4am in the morning. Those who drink too much also come out in the winter at 2am-4am in the morning but my bedroom windows are sealed shut from the cold and buffers the tirades of those who drink too much.
I probably fit into the category of those who drink too much although my visits to bars are as infrequent as my staying up past 10pm. I cannot recall the last time I drank so much that I compare to those who drink too much who make absolute fools of themselves as they leave the bars to go home. I drink too much when at home with a bottle of wine, waiting for me after work then go to bed.
Those who drink too much leave the bars in chaos.
Screaming, physical and verbal fights, breakups, make ups and sex in cars take place during the 2am -4am hours and my ground floor bedroom window offers unlimited, live, in stereo surround sound and front row viewing to these antics of those who drink too much. Too lazy to leave the comfort of my bed, I listen as there is no mute button to push. At times the antics have been severe and physically threatening and I’ve called the police. By the time they arrive, those who drink too much and their friends have left the scene.
Confessions of two timers, cheaters, “I hate you, you’re ugly” rants have cradled my ears as I attempt to fall back to sleep. Banging cars with their bumpers, as those who drink too much attempt to get out of a parking space disturbs my restful thoughts as I picture the possible drunk driver damage headline in next days’ news.
Every summer brings the same scenario. Every summer with the increasing heat index affects the air condition use. Air condition usage means I close the window, obliterating the sounds from those who drink too much.
2 thoughts on “Summer time and the Sleepin’ Ain’t Easy”
As a former one of “those who drink too much,” allow me to apologize for those of my kind. In many ways, I was a happy drunk — except when I wasn’t. I suppose that’s the problem, that “except” part. I preferred thinking of myself as the life of the party. It was easier than thinking about the pain, not to mention the noise, I inflicted on others. So, I raise my cup of coffee to toast a future of restful thoughts.
No apologies needed from a former ” those who drink too much” to another “those who drink too much” who drinks at home. Around 5am this morning, instead of the usual antics of the drinkers, I heard laughter and joking coming through the sound of my ac on high with the window closed. The feeling of happiness within this group was contagious and instead of feeling annoyed, I was comforted. I hugged my dogs and fell back to sleep.