My second week in New York started out Monday morning with a weather forecast of ninety degrees, a “real feel” of ninety-nine, 73% humidity and a constant chance of sudden thunderstorms. In a city where the only breeze comes from the subway vents and shade can only be found in overcrowded parks or under store awnings, heat like this is insufferable. It makes you want to permanently turn on your air-conditioning unit and never venture outside the cool confines of your apartment. Unless, like me, you're determined to beat the heat without blowing up your electricity bill for the month. So far, I’ve come up with my own personal five-step plan for saving my utility bill without melting.
Step one: go shopping... for air conditioning. Last Sunday, my roommate and I were determined to get out of our apartment and explore the city a little more. We wandered around the neighborhood and, when the sun got just a little too hot, gladly stepped into H&M, Forever 21, and the like to "borrow" their air conditioning for a while. Warning: this method of heat avoidance may lead to unplanned purchases.
Step two: sneak into a pool. Certain friends of mine have spent some of the hottest weekend days of the summer at the rooftop pool of a certain luxury hotel (think: Kourtney and Kim Take New York, the Kris Humphries edition) that is supposed to be "guests-only." I don't know if I have the guts to sneak into a hotel, but I do have the guts to ask my fellow interns for use of the rooftop pool in their building.
Step three: use an umbrella. I don't think this is the most fashionable method of sun avoidance, but New Yorkers seem to have embraced it despite how silly they might look.
Step four: get out of the city. My boss went to the Hamptons. My neighbor went to Rockaway beach for the day. My roommate stayed over in Connecticut one night. I love New York, but when it gets this hot, you sometimes have to cut yourself a break for a few hours. For me, my younger brother's high school graduation on Wednesday proved to be the perfect opportunity to leave the city for a day and use my pool.
Step five: embrace it. Become a member of the Central Park sunbathing club. Sweat it out at an outdoor restaurant or stand in the really long food truck line on your lunch break. For me, that means throwing on some sunglasses and SPF and heading up to my unfortunately pool-less roof top deck to catch some rays. I might be a little sweaty, but hey, things could be worse.
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