I grew up in a desert in Texas, so I know summer. I can do summer. Summer... kind of my shit. Except Iowa is a different brand of hell. It was all of 102 degrees Fahrenheit today and I wanted to die.
Thankfully it's Friday and I'm living my life irresponsibly. No work today. Lunch with boyfriend, then I convinced him to skip out on his responsibilities in favor of the pool. Even the effing pool was warm... the pool guy at our complex said it was 92 degrees. After the pool, boyfriend started barking about having to go to the gym since we'll be binge drinking all day tomorrow and I actually agreed with him.
In 102 degree heat. Yeah, wtf was I thinking.
The gym was all kinds of horrible. I won't even go into details. But when we stepped out of the building I realized that this nasty summer heat wasn't typical Iowa heat... no, it was dry heat. 34% humidity. I did a happy dance then ran my little ass home.
Normally, Iowa summers are covered in fogs of nasty, with the humidity at a LOW of 75%. Everything under 50% is considered a miracle. I grew up in Texas where humidity of 30% meant it was raining (FYI it never rains where I come from). I should have kept those numbers in mind before I decided to run the 1.4 miles back to the apartment. I got home over an hour ago and I'm STILL sweating.
Despite my poor decision to run home in this weather apocalypse, I'm alive. Even worse, I bet boyfriend that I would finish my to-do list before he gets home from the bars tonight. Sooo... fuck me.
Happy weekend, folks! And happy binge drinking weekend to me and my friends.
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