In *my* debt? How's that?
'Cause you were obviously feeling kind of wiped-out and cranky-footed and wanting to go back to your hotel room and hibernate until the Prom, and you overrode that perfectly sensible desire and instead toddled your crippled limbs out across four searingly hot blocks of potentially lethal pavement so that we could enjoy your company at dinner. And that was really a big huge kindness and a gift, and at the cost of no small discomfort to yourself. Hence, big love and debt.
I'm used to Atlanta summers, and it was hot in D.C. And I don't mean hot in a good way. I think the only places more humid would be St. Louis and 10 feet deep in the ocean. The lack of shade certainly made it worse.
That's not desert!
t pedant
Actually, I believe it is. Deserts are defined only by the amount of precipitation received each year, and while much of the arctic and antarctic cirles are frozen and covered with snow, there isn't actually ever much in the way of snowfall, making them both technically deserts.
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F2F ABOVE THE ARCTIC CIRCLE!!
Finally! Some support for Toronto!
That's not desert! This time next year you'd be all, "Yeah, it wasn't humid, but I was freezing my goddamn nuts off."
We seem to be driven by extremes. Kind of like the electorate.
ETA: Also, Sean is correct on the desert thing (not enough precip), but I wanted someone to be pendantier than I. Thanks, big guy.
We seem to be driven by extremes. Kind of like the electorate.
So, shall we divy the potential sites into red (for hot) and blue (for cold) cities?
In *my* debt? How's that?
'Cause you were obviously feeling kind of wiped-out and cranky-footed and wanting to go back to your hotel room and hibernate until the Prom, and you overrode that perfectly sensible desire and instead toddled your crippled limbs out across four searingly hot blocks of potentially lethal pavement so that we could enjoy your company at dinner. And that was really a big huge kindness and a gift, and at the cost of no small discomfort to yourself. Hence, big love and debt.
Man. When I grow up, I hope I turn out as sweet and loving as JZ. Very seriously.
ION, I have a few photos in my grubby hands. I did get them on cd, but I have to figure out a place to load em up. Probably this evening sometime, if I can suss out Yahoo or whoever.
ETA: Also, Sean is correct on the desert thing (not enough precip), but I wanted someone to be pendantier than I. Thanks, big guy.
Always looking out for you, man. That's the kind of guy I am.
NOLA was hot and humid with many mitigating factors; DC was the fucking Gobi Desert.
Actually, although the Gobi desert can get pretty warm in summer, overall it's pretty cold as deserts go. For half the year it doesn't get above freezing.
Hmmm, billytea, how about the Kalahari? Death Valley? The Sahara? Some other hell-desert I can't remember the name of?
Anyhow, compared to NOLA, DC was deeply and abidingly miserable, except for having a hotel full of Buffistas.
And *mwah*, Teppy. Being all sneaky and behind-my-back with your noble act of dinner-joining and limping, but I caught you anyway! Ha ha!
Also, blushing at Heather's compliment.
