February, with its snowstorms and Valentines' Day gloom, may be raging (I fell flat on my ass thanks to Greenpoint ice on the way home tonight), but summer creeps up slowly, and sometimes with so much promise and vibrating-phone-in-my-stomach desirable anxiousness that I can find it tough to keep my mind on the moment at hand. The overwhelming yearning for hot sun and hotter bodies can put a damper on the daily routine in NYC at this stage in the year's game. But, I just kick back with a Corona, turn up the volume on Mick's cocksure waaaah-waaaaaah vocals and scream, "Tiiiiiiiiiiime is on my side, yes it is!"
Because it is, pendejos. It is.
