Blacking Out

There is something about this heat that is making some people very generous. I got my free Starbucks iced café con leche today and the owner of the company I work for bought the entire office pizza, and also invited everyone to a BBQ, cocktail-infused party tonight at his apartment. (There are cases of liquor and booze outside my office waiting for transfer.) My boyfriend just told me that his company got them all smoothies.

While this is all terrific, it is God-awful hot outside, the kind of hot that if the only place in the entire NYC-area with a/c was at an Elizabeth Hasselbeck praise-party, I would suck it up and attend. Although that bitch was on Survivor, so maybe she’d rough it like the rest of us with our not-fully-functioning “cooling appliances.”

Bloomberg said we should turn our thermostats to 78 degrees. I know we are all listening. I wonder how cool it is in Mike’s house?

Definitely not as frigid at it is between Hasselbeck’s legs. Ice. And I'm being generous.

By the way, it is snowing in South Africa.