Hot, hot, hot. It's been insanely, inhumanely hot on the east coast this past week. I've tried everything to cool down including putting an ice pack on my head to fall asleep. I lost the battle with air conditioning and finally installed it in my bedroom window, this time more gracefully than last year.
Last week the infamous pool in my neighborhood that hasn't been a swimming pool for 30 years finally reopened. I've been looking forward to this for the past four years but never thought I'd still be in living in the area to see it. I'm still here and now this beautiful giant pool that holds 1,500 people (screaming kids included) is right around the corner.
I didn't mind waiting in line for one hour on the second day of it's opening. What i did mind was when my friend and I were just 10 people back from getting inside some punk-ass teenagers decided to punch some lifeguards in the
face - because they didn't like the rule about no diving and flipping into the pool - and ruin any chances us sane, hot people had of cooling down. Pool closed for the night. Nice work neighborhood.
With no AC in my living room I can't enjoy my new "adult" - not from Ikea! - couch, which just arrived last week (after waiting six weeks for delivery). It literally feels like a furnace when you sit on it, as does my toilet seat.
|My adult apartment|
My friend and I did what any childless thirty-somethings would do in this situation...we hightailed it over to the kiddie playground and frolicked in the sprinklers. At first it felt awkward and I worried that my guy friend and I would be listed on Brooklyn's sex offender's list (it's illegal to enter a playground without a child)...but we weren't the only adults there and it was still100 degrees at 6pm so we threw caution to wind (or water in this case), and it felt glorious.
|Hot and sweaty view from the outside.|
Dear readers, without a doubt it's really, truly summer. The ACs are in, the pool are open (sometimes), and in two days I turn the respectable adult age of 34. I hope everyone goes to as many outdoor/rooftop BBQs and parties as possible, and that each and every one of you has a summer fling.
In the meantime, here is a summer song that makes me wish I were driving in a convertible on my way to the beach. Happy fourth of July!
|It's true. I have feet.|