Monday, September 03, 2007

It's fucking hot.


The Labor Day pool party event at Boyfriend's apartment complex has been going for three days. Thus, I have spent the weekend surrounded by clear blue chlorinated water and lots of people drinking booze. It's been glorious. I only came home to get a change of clothes, pet the cat, check my email and eat some lunch. Then it's back to the pool.

Right now in Los Angeles it's like 8,000 degrees. I'm from a hot state - North Carolina - where it regularly gets up to the late nineties in the summer. But it's also very wet, and although the heat weighs you down with the humidity, I can tolerate that much better than this current feeling of being seared in an iron skillet.

In fact, I like heat. I take showers so hot my skin turns red and the steam encloses the bathroom in a fog of hot, humid glory. Growing up I'd shut my doors and open my windows so the upstairs of the house was so hot that when you opened my bedroom door to the rest of the air conditioned house a thunderstorm would appear over the doorway. I never go anywhere without a sweater and I always sleep with a blanket.

But this is too much, even for me.

Back home we have this thing called air conditioning. In LA you may find such a phenomenon in grocery stores and movie theaters, but anywhere else is pretty much a hotbox. If only there were better movies out this weekend the box office probably would have been soaring.

Right now I would not want to be the cat. He's spent the last four days finding the coolest part of the hard wood floor and lying there, comatose, lamenting his beautiful fur and wishing I'd just shave him. I left the fans on him while I was gone so at least he can lay in front of them and squint his eyes at the breeze. He's excited to have me home because he's had nobody to complain to about the heat.

Today I was supposed to put out a casting notice for the two female parts in Game Night, but I think I'll put that off to tomorrow. I'm going to go back to the pool and try to become one with its cool wetness. Enjoy your air conditioning, if you've got it.

3 comments:

  1. I just read that Detroit Red Wings player Chris Celios works out by riding his stationary bike in the sauna haha... I hope the ice lasts long enough to cool the drinks out there, happy Labor Day

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  2. eddie3:45 PM

    Why doesn't Cali have air conditioning? Is this a "green" thing or a power shortage issue?

    (I'm in the midwest where most folks swear by their air conditioning)

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  3. I hear ya sista. Hot sux. Can't wait 'til Fall. Fall is gonna rock!

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