And it’s not 100 degrees in Vancouver, either. Shocking, I know.
But in my mind The Temper Trap’s set (at the Commodore the other night) kept bringing me back to sunnier, sweatier times.
Because the last time I saw the Australian supergroup we were in the middle of the California desert at Coachella.
In other words, a far cry from a dreary Vancouver evening. (Get it together weather, it’s June, for crying out loud.)
It doesn’t mean you can’t wear shorts and your favourite hippie-dippy purse. It just means you’ll be carting around an umbrella instead of a water bottle.
And that instead of wearing a flowy dress, you’ll be wearing a men’s shirt belted with whatever belt you happen to love at the moment.
And your wrist will be wrapped in a pirate-themed bracelet. Why?
Because if there’s one thing my love of cheesy pirates has taught me — there are palm trees on desert islands. And you’ve got to keep the dream alive somehow.