(Sevens, a recurring feature on Aquarium Drunkard, pays tribute to the art of the individual song.)
I know, I'm with you. It's hot out there. Late summer in Los Angeles, much of which by the way is un-air conditioned, can be brutal. And then there are those Santa Ana winds 'blowing hot from the north.' Here is one for the beaches, good friends, and the margaritas with their melting ice.
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