A “moment” form each month I spent in NYC. Sometimes tasty, always tRuthful.
Month 15: July 2013
I’ve seen far too much of the sun, and yet not enough of it for the past two months. I saunter home from work in its peak afternoon wrath every day, but quickly hole up in my shaded, air-conditioned bedroom for the rest of my summertime existence. In science class they never taught you about the breed that hibernates in the summer rather than winter. Well, I’d like to introduce you to–me. I sneer at my friends who rave about how “summer is the most awesome time to be in New York,” and how “the heat feels so wonderful, let’s go on an adventure!” I almost burst about laughing and remind them that they were born on islands abundant with pineapples and palm trees, of course they find it wonderful. “I’m going to have an adventure in front of my air conditioner, but thanks anyway!” The only solace I get is from watching the recently-viral YouTube video “It’s hot as hell” on a continuous loop. This girl gets it. I’ll adventure with her, instead. I block out the 95 degree, 100% humidity thermometer reading from my memory, grab my ice cream bar, and lean closer to the air conditioner as another bead of sweat runs down my forehead.