It's true-- we were actually here in 2001, and as I recall, it was a blistering hot summer, and my office was all the way down on Hudson street and we lived in the 20s on the east side, and every day I walked from 2nd avenue to 7th avenue because the crosstown bus never comes, and from there I would take the 1/9 downtown, and by the time I walked all that way in the heat I thought I was going to burst into flames, until this one day, finally, I stepped outside our building and it didn't feel like stepping into a hair dryer anymore, and I was sooooo happy. It was the most beautiful, most sparkly New York day, and I was all "wow- this is what all the hype is about, I survived the hottest summer ever, omg! Finally!"
I will never forget this because I took this really deep breath, and the air was all fresh, and I was so excited that fall was finally here and that I had survived the summer and my commute wouldn't be so sweaty, and I'm sure you can imagine that there is some weird punchline coming since it's me, and...
You are so right.
OK, here it comes! The reason I remember exactly what I was thinking on that very day nine years ago is BECAUSE THAT DAY WAS SEPTEMBER 11, people.
Yup. That September 11. Ask anyone-- the summer was BRUTAL, and then at 8:15 am on September 11,2001, everyone stepped outside and went "wow, what a beautiful day!" and I think it's so funny now that it happened to be the worst day in the history of the world and that this worst day occurred on what we all thought was the best day after the worst summer, and at that moment everyone went "oh, that heat-- hmmmm, maybe not so bad after all!"
Let's just keep things in perspective, is all I'm saying. Yes, there is a heat wave going on, and yes, I am hiding in the weekend house because it has superior air conditioning, and yes, when I go outside it feels like we live in an oven. But-- it's just weather. Come on!
