Unfortunately, DC summers also bring the kind of toxic humidity that makes walking from the Metro stop to your office feel like doing jumping jacks in a steam room. Good thing 97% of the city has to wear a suit to work!
Oh, what’s that you say? The Red Line is single tracking? Again? No problem, I’m just enjoying the eau de pit sweat from 4,000 of my closest friends.
Also, thanks to residents looking to make up for winter and businesses... also looking to make up for winter, every bar is stuffed like a sardine can, except with way more networking happening. Of course, all that fades away when you’re at an outdoor festival, drinking a beer and making eyes with someone you think might want to sleep with you, and then... wait, nope, you just sweated through your shirt again. Time to go change.