Tuesday, August 01, 2006

it might be worth it

well, readers, it's another week of literally trying not to drop dead here in new york. if i thought that the last motherchristing heat wave was bad, this one promises to be worse. just like everywhere else in the country, temperatures are soaring up to, oh, i don't know, 103 degrees. with a heat index of 115. ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN DEGREES. when you're walking down the strip in las vegas and you feel heat like that--and it's true, by the way, that it's a dry heat and that it doesn't feel as hot as a, um, wet heat (ew, wet heat. how porno sounding)--it's almost exciting. like, "oooh, i can feel this sun totally crisping the skin on the back of my neck like bacon!" but it's only cute because you know you're only going to be out in it for five minutes, or however long it takes you to walk across that bridge from the MGM grand to new york, new york. you walk from one casino/shopping mall to another and they're so air conditioned that you don't really mind the 115 degrees.

when you're stuck swimming through the new york summer air, though, it's a very different proposition. you're not walking to and from a casino/drinking establishment/swimming pool. you're walking from the revolting, sweaty, smelly train station to work, through a sea of revolting, sweaty, smelly people. and you know that you're one of them. (it doesn't help, i suppose, that i was distracted this morning and completely forgot to put on my certain-dri. OOPS!) it was nearly comical, though, how the train station felt this morning. the whole thing was absurdly hot. like, hotter than outside and outside it's 100 degrees. and the spot where i stood--where i stand every morning since i moved two train cars down to avoid the crazy latin woman--felt like there was a heater blowing onto it. there's actual hot air actually blowing on me. actually.

and so i just had to kind of laugh, as i stood there with sweat dripping down my face. dripping down my spine. much like when you're in new york and caught out in a monsoon-like rainstorm, there's just nothing you can do. you get soaked and chalk it up to the list of thigs that suck about living here. but then you think about that open-bar out magazine party last thursday and decide that it might just be worth it.

6 Comments:

At August 01, 2006 12:07 PM, Blogger midwest princess said...

don't worry, chicago is just about as horrendous right now. i tried to go to my apartment to sleep last night, but was driven back to nick's by the fact that the a/c was not doing shit. i'm not planning to leave his apartment today.

 
At August 01, 2006 2:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

107 with the index being 119 in BMORE today..

kill
me
now

 
At August 01, 2006 2:31 PM, Blogger Phong said...

If it makes you feel better, it's like 75 in SF, but because one of my co-residents has a condition called hyperhydrosis, she sweats all the time and leaves behind wet marks on....well, just about everything.

 
At August 01, 2006 7:01 PM, Blogger alyson said...

i knew you were trying to kill me this weekend....it all makes sense now.
btw, it is blazing, fucking hot in boston right now. like, i cant do anything but sweat. and watch a marathon of america's top models.
yeesh.

 
At August 03, 2006 1:29 AM, Blogger Ratface said...

it's been less than 103 in vegas :). aaahhh...how lovely.

btdubs, most annoying thing i hear everyone say "oh, but it's a dry heat so it doesn't feel as bad." are you fucking kidding me? it's 112 and i sweat the second i walk outside in the desert where i can't even swallow because it's so dry. ya...dry heat....oooo, awesome.

 
At August 03, 2006 10:19 AM, Blogger Robert said...

even as i wrote this post i was like, "i know that ashli is going to have something to say."

 

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