So I guess they decided to skip spring and move right into summer. A heat wave engulfed NYC, and for the first time since I moved here, I really started to think that maybe I wouldn’t make it in this city.
Saturday: 95 degrees
Sunday: 97 degrees
What the hell is happening here (no pun intended)?
After Adam left to meet up with another friend, Diesel and I jumped at the chance of going back to the air conditioned confines of our apartment. A few minutes later, there we were: Me, sprawled on the couch. Diesel, sprawled on the floor. Lights off because we were convinced that even the faintest warmth of a single light bulb could put us over the edge. Mouths shut because we realized that even talking made us sweat.
Blessed be our craigslist A/C, our most valuable possession, for its divine cooling powers. And may we survive this week of 95+ degree temperatures…and the summer…Amen.
Filed under: Life in NY | Tagged: a/c, air conditioning, summer |
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