98 Degrees.
No not the boy band but the weather. This heat. Seriously...if I can't walk around in a swimsuit for the majority of the day that the sun is out, then this heat is in vain for me. I really do enjoy Florida in July, but thats becuase I can wear a bikini all day without prejudice (because its...florida) and the ocean is within striking distance and becuase everything is air conditioned. I have always, always, liked this heat, but growing up in Minnesota with a blond haired mother, father, and brother, my mother was beyond frantic whenever the summer sun would shoot down on me, often running after me with a white sun hat, screaming "put this on! put this on! you're going to get heat stroke! put this on!" all the while, baby brother Jesse just laughed at me, be/c he had like, albino white hair during the summer and could walk around hat free. My long hair, (then black, before my hair began this gradual red'ning) was all but a certainty that I would develop heat stroke.
I really understand where my mother was coming from after this weekend, though,(and anyone who does not think global warming is real after like 3 90+ degere days, in May, in CHICAGO - well above the equator - talk about an unnatural heat, is crazy), as spending but two hours in the sun left me with migrane - like headaches, a pounding in my head that would not go away, not even after 8 Tylenol, buckets of water, and shade. I have never, ever felt a pain like this. It was almost like someone was performing a lobotomy on me while I was still conscious.
Today while I attempted to walk to work, I developed a case of the sweats. I have no idea if this is a real word, but it should be and if you look it up in the dictionary, there should be a picture of me sitting on the bus this morning. I should back up and explain that I try to walk to work whenever possible. I live downtown in the gold coast-y area (but not really in the nice part, but it's a fun area) and its about a 20, 25 minute walk to where I work (on Wacker, right on the river). Today, what with it being so warm, I thought "ooh, a bus, that will be nice." But bus after bus went by, without stopping, be/c it was packed. Then I'd walk up to the next intersection, but there would be no bus in sight. This is what i do not understand about the CTA. Its Tuesday morning, around 830. Why would you not send down like 2 or even 3 buses at once? They are always filled with people and of course, never comfortably...so I began to walk. I didn't realize until about 10 minutes into it that I was sweating profusely. Not "glowing" sweat, not "glistening" sweat, not "just came from the beach sweat" but straight up, dripping down my chest, back, neck, face and even arms...my hair, on the side of my face, was wet. I have never experienced anything like this. Bear in mind that i was wearing a sundress. Not pants, not a long sleeve shirt...no. Cotton, not polyester blend acrylic. Nothing that would smother my skin, or what skin I had covered. So when I heard a bus behind me, I darted across the street to get on. The guy standing there could not look away from me. It looked like I was about to give birth, seriously, that is the only time I have seen someone look as sweaty as I did (I know be/c I kept looking at the damage via the reflective side of my ipod). I got ont he bus and people just stared. These pristine, impossibly fresh and sweat-less people just looked so comfortable, wearing clothes that just by looking at them made me sweat more (one woman was wearing A SWEATER). When seat opened up and I sat down and crossed my legs, the skin where my legs were crossed began to sweat. When I got up to leave the bus, the part of the seat that wasn't covered by my dress was wet with sweat. It was so, so gross, I am getting disgusted by myself just writing it.
Although my MD says there really isn't much I can do about this (this happens all year long, but is especially worse in the summer), I think I might have to try something more...unconventional be/c this is just too much. It's only MAY for heavens sake (well, almost June), and I just really can't be leaving my DNA everywhere I go this summer. I bet I smell pretty ripe now. Great. What a wonderful way to start the day.