Nothing beats a good bask. The weather here's been so god-awfully shitty the past couple of months that basking opportunities have been few and far between. Last night, though, the June sun was beaming in through the open balcony doors and I sat on the couch, Heineken in hand, and just soaked it up. I felt like one of those weird undersea fish that spends its entire life in darkness only to suddenly be brought to the surface. To help you in your summer basking needs, here is EAM's definitive guide to summer basking.
Basking is a luxury in this town, and an underappreciated pleasure. Beyond the obvious requirement of sunlight, a good bask requires a comfortable place to park oneself (upright or prostrate: follow your heart), beer (I usually go with anything European that comes in a green bottle, though sometimes a nice light Mexican brew is the ticket. Domestics should be avoided at all costs.) and, if circumstances avail you of it, pot.
Location wise, it all depends: open grassy areas are good for solitary or intimate basks. For the more social bask, bar or cafe patios are good for people watching. Of course all locations depend on the time of day and amount of direct sunlight.
This brings me to a disclaimer: basking is decidedly not sun-bathing. Sun-bathing is for the beach and people who go to tanning salons in the dead of winter to maintain their medium-rare fleshtone. Basking is more multifaceted: yes, you can just lie in the sun if you want. But you can also read, socialize, eat, listen to music or even watch TV and while getting your bask on.
Of course, these are merely guidelines: there's no hard and fast rules or criteria for basking. The beauty of basking lies in the immortal connection between life on earth and the sun. Happy basking.
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