Memorial Day snuck up on me again this year. For some reason I never seem to plan for three day weekends; they just happen and end up more often than not being wasted.
So anyway with the arrival of Memorial Day summer is officially here (well not in the scientific sense), and that means it's time for summer loves, all night parties and three months of celebration that verge on the bacchanalian. Or at least I'm told. For some reason I've never really seen the summer as a special time to party. I'm just as likely (if not more inclined) to brave the cold winter nights and at each party/bar/club shed layer after layer of warmth and toss them into a nebulous pile of clothes knowing full well I