Remember when I had said that I figured out the secret to summer? A little relaxing, a little taking of some sun poolside, umbrellas in the cocktails, sand...
I'm off that kick, and on to dreaming about the autumn already. For those of us on the east coast this has been less a summer and more a like a month on Mars, with temperatures consistently in the mid 90's. Except there's no humidity on mars, so I'd rather be there. Actually my fact checker here says it's cold on Mars, so make that Venus - NO! MERCURY!!! YES, YES HOTTTTT
Remember when you were in your 20's and it was all cool to be like "Oh we don't have a TV" and how stupid that was because TV is actually amazing, and when you finally got one, you were like WHOA there's culture out there! there are housewives to track, and on one channel I found Morgan Freeman talking about the universe and dark matter!
Eric and I are like that with air conditioning. Usually awkward at parties, we start conversations about the weather and quickly slide into our disdain for air conditioning and our adaptability to high temperatures with the help of misting systems and frozen bottles of water placed strategically on major arteries - in other words directly in the groin.
Lately I realize we're just nit-witts. Because as I walk down my block I notice that every single apartment now seems to have an AC unit. And millions of new yorkers can't be wrong.