Dare I say that summer is finally here as I sit inside on a rainy day? As far as I’m concerned it’s never too early to start enjoying the warm weather when it’s available.

For lack of open pools, let alone the lack of pools downtown, I took it upon myself to set up camp on top of my condo building for a little sun bathing yesterday (don’t tell my dermatologist).

As I lay soaking up the sunshine I began severely missing lazy afternoons around the Lakeshore apartment pool last summer with my favorite imports (beers and friends). But what if I don’t have a whole afternoon to travel to Canada? What if friend with pool key isn’t available? I need instant poolside gratification, and I need it downtown. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve broken into an apartment pool or two but I would prefer to soak up my rays in a little more kosher way. Why don’t apartment pools downtown sell passes? I mean, I probably would try and work around them too, but it’s an idea.

That reminds me of another one of my favorite Sex and the City episodes. Samantha finds a lost ID card and assumes the identity of Annabelle Bronstein to get into the exclusive SoHo club pool. As a result of said episode, I’m now in the process of hunting down apartment pool keys (unless I’ve just blown my cover of course).

If you see me at the pool with funny mustache glasses answering to Annabelle Bronstein, you’ll know why.