Friday, July 31, 2009
I'm at a friend's sons wedding in Arizona. I'm sitting with me feet up, enjoying a diet coke in my air conditioned hotel room......cuz...... It's too hot to go outside and do anything else.
What Arizonians talk about mostly is how hot it is. Every hotel clerk, gas station helper, Arizona resident and store salesman all start any conversation with something about the heat.
"Hot enough for you? "
"It's another scorcher today."
"Who get's married in July in Arizona..it's too hot."
"Only 105 today...you are lucky, last week was a 110."
Okay , I get it.
It's hot....my brain feels like it's melting every time I step outside, but do you have to keep reminding me about it?
We rented a BLACK car, inside and out.....how ridiculous is it that Arizona rental companies even have black cars to rent? Hello.....haven't they heard about how hot it is down here? We couldn't put seat belts on or hands on the steering wheel without suffering from 3rd degree burns.
The car is an oven..... a foil dinner could easily have been cooked on the dash board while we were in the temple.
I literally baked myself as we drove.
Do I look rare or well done?
I must have heat stroke..........I'm seriously ranting.