I have a terrible sore throat the entire time I am in LA.
And Vegas is, oh, about seven jillion times as dry as LA. High desert; there are days when the humidity level is, literally, zero.
That's scarily arid.
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I have a terrible sore throat the entire time I am in LA.
And Vegas is, oh, about seven jillion times as dry as LA. High desert; there are days when the humidity level is, literally, zero.
That's scarily arid.
Happens here too, of course. Spent too much time in it to be freaked, though.
I'm the total opposite, I can deal with the really arid, but when I'm in humid weather and I end up sweating I end up with body parts chafing and am just totally uncomfortable all the time. I hate hate hate the feeling of being sticky and covered in sweat, so arid is my friend.
I only did arid once. I thought it was heavenly. Fortunately, I had a desert native with me to bug me about keeing hydrated and moisturized.
I'd lovelovelove to visit Phoenix and bring a large F2F to Erika. During the Winter months.
I'd like to say I could spend a few days in Vegas. I can't. Maybe a few hours but I'm saving those hours for when I one day elope with my future (and currently imaginary) bf to get married in one of the many uber-cheesy wedding chapels. We'll be blissfully wed by an Elvis impersonator - white suit, large gut and sideburns ahoy! (Elvis, not the bf... I hope. There's no accounting for my future taste in men. Hell, there's little accounting for my current taste.)
Too hot, too cold, too dry, too humid, not enough oxygen... everyone has their issues. The fairer climates will likely garner a larger attendance. Of course, that's just my opinion.
Phoenix is, of course, totally doable for me. I would have a van, although I make no promises about being able to actually drive anyone anywhere. I have very strong memories of driving around and around in circles at the Phoenix airport hoping that eventually I'd escape its gravitational pull.
I cannot freaking wait to get back to arid and high altitude. I'm drowning down here.
I am nodding madly at Nicole, because I want temperate. I can do tropical, but there's got to be a large usable ocean or sea nearby. And I require trade winds.
I don't like hyper-humid, either; I spent seven years living in NYC, and was sick - on a couple of occasions, actually hospitalised - during high summer. Spring and autumn, yes indeed - good climate.
Also, hyperhot is now an issue I can't shrug off. Multiple sclerosis doesn't argue, it just does what it wants.
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