Hiya- it's Thursday and hotter than...oh I can't think of anything clever to compare it to. I am too bloody hot.
If you are a close pal of mine, you know how insanely sensitive I am to heat. I am a bit Victorian in my swooning when it gets too hot, and the a/c wars that take place on a nightly basis in my Miami apartment as my husband bears icicles on his face and I happily revel in the cool have become an "agree to disagree" notion of temperature in our marriage. And no, I'm not menopausal, I just run hot. Perhaps part werewolf maybe. Just know that I will not be doing bikram yoga any time soon, in fact, that's pretty much my worst nightmare. Unlike most women, I am almost always warm, and want to strangle people at my gym during yoga when they cover up the vents. Sure I know yoga is meant to be done in a warm space to properly loosen up our muscles, but feeling like I can't breathe or get air is more important to me than the perfect asana, and I'm sticking to that (sorry, Kat). I am so much more the cool type. Screw the printing press, the telephone, or the personal computer. The greatest invention of all time is clearly air conditioning. Yea yea yea the internet is cool and all and what did we do before Google blah blah blah, but air conditioning trumps other tecnological revelations any day. And that's that. When people say they don't like air conditioning, it's almost worse than when they say they don't like TV. Heathens.
New York, my love, we need to talk. Can you get that a/c thing right please? I'm here in the city and it's insane how hot it is. And I'm so not happy about it. My walks too and fro are not possible, people are cranky, and my hair is sweaty as I try to catch up with some biz peeps and keep it together, even though I know I look less than fantastic. Oh and to top it off, my chi chi boutique hotel's a/c went AWOL last night, and is not yet fixed this am. There is simply nothing like spending a few hours of eating and drinking in the city and coming into an inferno of a hotel room. I may shoot myself. My New York is not as fun when it's heat index resembles that of Hades.
And yes, I realize the joke's on me. I live in Miami which is pretty much scorching from April to October. But the big difference is I'm able to jump into my air conditioned car, right into my air conditioned office, and back to my air conditioned house. And there's something the 305 does much better than the 212- air conditioning. Miami businesses have it on lockdown. You can't go into a store or restaurant in Miami that is not heavily under the influence of freon. And I am more than ok with that. New York has a ways to go with this notion- how come stores like H&M can't figure this out? Trying on clothes and sweating? Blech. If it's going to be hot like this in the city (and all signs point to a hot summer), it's time to call in the big guns. I for one am calling for a/c reform in Manhattan. I can no longer shop or dine or sleep in such archaic a/c. Come on, best city in the world, step it UP.
I'm aware I did not post yesterday, but honestly, my brain was scrambled eggs from the high temps. I got almost nothing right yesterday and I blame the heat. Speaking of which, where in New York should I watch the game tonight? Do tell. I need a Miami sympathetic crowd, please (I was told last night that the Raccoon Lodge in Tribeca is decidedly Dallas slanted). I don't care where I watch it really, but it better be heavily air conditioned, as today is going to be 98 degrees. I have a morning meeting and then am going to find a place to park myself that is cool, cool, cool.And hopefully I won't pass out on the street. I do have the vapors, you know.
So as I sit here sweating and counting the seconds til lthe a/c guy comes to my room and fixes this shite, thoughts of suffering and whether or not any deodorant can withstand this balminess fill my brain. I never thought I'd be wishing for Miami, but if it's going to be hot, it's not such a bad place to be...
And that's what's up this heated Thursday in the 212. I still have mad love for you but oy. XO