I'm all for heat. For whatever reason, I like extreme weather as much as a nice, mild 65-degree day. When it's cold, I want it to be cold. I once walked across my college campus when the temperature, not the wind chill, was -12. And I liked it.
So this week, we've finally hit the time of year when the South turns into the South. I mean that in terms of summertime weather. It's going to be 97 here today. And, to me, the only thing that could be better would be 98.
Sure, it's roasting. And you need to drink fluids every 10 minutes or risk dehydration. But, for me, the heat defines summer. It was always roasting in Philadelphia growing up. Without fail, it was roasting in NYC. In fact, NYC often gets hotter than it does here (gotta love the heat island effect).
But the heat is conducive to a number of things, such as:
- Laying out in the sun - I mean, if you sweat just by going outside, might as well sit as still as possible.
- Drinking - Hot weather requires cold beverages
- Eating - Grilling out over a 400-degree fire makes 95 degrees outside seem cool.
- Wearing very little - Sure, winter layers are nice, but right now, you can get away with wearing as little as you feel comfortable with. And really, I don't care what anyone says, we all prefer fewer articles of clothing.
- Turning your house into an icebox - When it's 97, my 72-degree house feels like a damn freezer. That's outstanding.