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Heat... or why I hate summer

Some people enjoy the heat and some people seek out the big yellow orb that often means illness and crankiness for me. Some people are able to withstand the almighty power of solar energy whereas I retreat into the confines of artificially lit rooms. There are three types of people, heat, cold, and very rarely omni-seasonal. I am a cold person, it is my belief that in winter you can add layer upon layer of clothing to keep your temperature at a comfortable one whereas in summer you can only strip off so much and still be painfully uncomfortable.

The sun is a fierce enemy; it stares down upon me relentlessly seeking my submission. It’s crippling effects suck the life out of me. Dehydrated, irritable, and a raging bitch I am better left alone to not be asked questions, to not be forced to stand in line, to not go anywhere except the 12 by 10 foot air conditioned room of Kris. The effects vary, from lightheadedness to nausea as I stand in a raging torrent of sweat.

The worst part of this summer thus far is the simple fact that we’ve had a week of 90-degree weather, another week of upper 80’s to low 90’s and there’s only been one bloody thunderstorm and most of the residents of the area were unfortunate to miss it except for a couple who woke up and one who was unfortunate enough to have to drive back home. Though for the next couple of days the weather has included thunderstorms, which makes me happy like a little girl.

Thunderstorms are my favorite weather related calamity, next to blizzards. Besides the extremely high decibel roaring of the thunder and the calming sound of pounding rain you have brilliant flashes of high voltage. Yesterday morning I was watching a Discovery channel episode on natural disasters and lightning was one of the featured events. Apparently there’s a support group out there that’s for lightning and electro-shock victims and they convene once a year to discuss the events that lead to them belonging to this group. Too bad Palahniuk didn’t include that support group within the plot of Fight Club. The troubling matter was that I immediately thought if my father could be included in this group, especially with the side effects surrounding all the victims.

Now jumping to a different tangent, wrapping this post up to include the weekend as seen through my eyes. Bowling, Mahar’s, sleep, Clifton Park, Fireworks, cursing out the neighbors, sleep, Laundry, sleep, Variety Pizza (Gyros!), Mahar’s, Smoky and the Bandit 2, sleep, Bobs, Panera, Crossgates, Price Chopper, and Bowling.

The awe and wonders of Mahar’s are often spoken amongst my four companions and myself and I am going to tout that wonder. Wednesday night Kris and I were at Mahar’s and got the skinny that the list was being updated, so naturally I couldn’t wait to see what the new choices were the next evening. When we arrived after (for me) a most excellent night of bowling there were a bunch of good beers. My favorite one of the evening is Shipyard’s Pumpkinhead Ale – basically it’s pumpkin pie beer. Now if only I had a dish of vanilla ice cream to have along with the beer, life would have been perfect. Definitely a must have during the fall season.

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