The weather sucks and we have rehearsal every night this week, leading up to our first weekend of performances, which means we have a kitchen full of dirty dishes that neither of us can bring ourselves to clean in the hour before we leave for work and in the 20 minutes between getting home at 11 and falling asleep at 11:30.
The weather sucks and it means I find myself picking fights with everyone and everything, from a tricky doorknob to the guy on the subway who kept looking over my shoulder into my book.
The weather sucks and I think it’s the reason I keep getting a headache even though I’m trying to stay hydrated. Advil isn’t helping, reading the screen isn’t helping, the only thing that would help is crawling under my desk and sleeping.
The weather sucks because the humidity makes it feel like you’re stepping into an ocean of warm dank water, like you live in a street puddle, like you want to tear your own skin off because you’re pretty sure that the feel of air on your exposed muscles and veins would actually feel sort of cool and pleasant before all the PAIN KICKED IN.
The weather sucks and it makes me hate New York in all its thereness and its concreteness and its peopleness and its breezelessness and I hate it when I hate New York because if I’ve got Stuart as a husband, then I guess New York is my wife or something, and she’s making me sleep on the DAMP HOT COUCH.
THIS WEATHER SUCKS.
Honey, it’s worse down here. At least you get to be in New York in horrible humidity. I’m stick in the dankness that is D.C, and what’s worse–it was my own choosing! Ahhh…I’m meltinggggg.
Well, just get thee down to the World Financial Centre Plaza on July 26th to see The Waifs because that will surely make you love New York AND The Waifs (given that it’s a FREE concert and only New Yorkers get to see great Aussie bands, like The Waifs, for free!)
I’ll swap some of the miserably cold winter we’re having here for a breath of that muggy city air. Heck, I’ll even throw in a free scarf!
Where is this miserably cold weather you speak of, Dani? WHERE? WHERE?
It is so hot here that I have lost my ability to make heat-related analogies.
why do we get so angry when people read over our shoulders? i do, too, but it doesn’t seem rational.
Break a leg, and I hope the weather cuts you some slack for the performances. Oh, and very important — keep your mouth closed when not actually speaking. I once did an outdoor Romeo and Juliet and swallowed a small bug just before the tomb scene (I was Friar L.) Poor Juliet had to discover Romeo’s dead self with me hacking up a lung in ther background and making little helpless “what can I do?” gestures. Boy, was she not amused.
The forecast for here:
Wednesday: Partly to mostly sunny, hot and muggy with a heat advisory in effect and scattered afternoon and evening storms. Highs in the mid-upper 90s. Heat index will range from 105-110 degrees.
I feel your pain and raise you a heat index. ;-P