I enjoy the heat when I am on the beach, in a bathing suit oiled down with Hawaiian Tropic SPF 4 and having the option to cool off in the Atlantic if I start to melt.
I do not enjoy the heat when I have to pimp around. I don't like sweating the second I walk out of my door and having my eye shadow crease and run down to my chin.
Not. Cute.
I attended a trade show at the Javits in NYC today. But first I had to head to the Chinese Consulate in the morning to secure my visa -btdubbs my trip got pushed back one week so I don't leave until the 17th. Guest bloggers anyone?-. Along with my coworker I squished into the consulate and waited for my number to be called. Thirteen seconds into waiting the sweat began to trickle down my back.
Oh boy. I was also wearing dark denim with a light yellow shirt. Horray for back sweat stains!
After dealing with the Chinese woman taking my info and paper work - she actually told me that she couldn't understand me because my Engrish wasn't good?!- I walked from 42nd and 12th to the Javits on 38th and 11th. Not far, but I was drenched by the time I got there.
It's so nasty! I like don't even sweat, I rain! I have my own climate for crying out loud! I didn't want to scare any vendors with my mutant like pit stains so I wore my hoodie until I could feel myself actually drying out. And it has to be said that it's not even hot out. It's sunny but a nice 75 degrees. It's not as if it's 90 with 100% humidity. There's a nice zephyr for crying out loud. Half way through the show the coolness of my shirt touched my back, sending a shiver up my spine and I knew I was in the clear.
It's one thing to pit out when you're at the gym, it is quite another when you're in a professional environment reaming someone out about pricing as a rivulet of sweat trickles from your elbow crease.
The other night, I had my friends from LA staying at my apartment. True to the random nature of New England weather it was humid and perfect for swamp ass. We were sitting at my apartment having over sized hamburgers when I took a napkin and wiped a sweat droplet from my face. Vanessa looked at me and said, "Are you crying?"
Not wanting to tell her that I was in fact perspiring in place, I passed it off as a joke and said, with mock sadness, "I'm just so happy you guys are here!!!" She laughed and I excused myself to go and blot my face.
I'm ready to become a snow bunny.