When one decides they’re gonna live in LA, they knowingly or unknowingly make a deal with the city.
It goes a little something like this: you will pay a ridiculous amount in rent, endure bumper-to-bumper traffic, receive parking tickets when you read the five posted signs, did the math and could’ve sworn you were okay to park there. And you might just cough a little after a hike because of the smog, and you’ll learn what it feels like to pay for parking just when you wanna go to the mall.
But in return, LA will give you something so awesome that you’ll forget about all the drama (sort of): some of the most beautiful weather in the country. Most of the time, LA totally comes through. Most of the time. Not this week.
This week…umm…LA has not held up its side of the bargain. For the past five days it’s been blisteringly hot, like, as in some of the hottest weather I’ve ever experienced. And I’ve from Florida, so that’s saying a lot. I kinda feel like the city owes me some sort of reimbursement, ya know, or at least a certified apology.
As I wait for my check, I’m figuring out ways to make the best of it…