Cool ades

Growing up in an area where severe winter weather meant rain, rain meant hot chocolate, curling up on the couch with a good book, and maybe even finding that scarf that had been hanging around the house since the late sixties, when my parents moved to Los Angeles from New York City.
So, what to do on a summer evening when it's pouring rain and still in the mid-eighties outside and for sure hotter than that in my third-floor apartment? I could break my broke-girl rule and turn on the ac even though it's the middle of the day and I have no guests (nope, holding strong),
I could pretend I was nineteen again and go run outside in the rain (absolutely not, it's dirty out there), or I could drink my last Izze and dream of the gamut of -ades listed in the latest issue of Martha Stewart Living. I can't decide which I want more right now, the honey ruby red grapefruitade or the saffron orangeade.