The taxi cabs aren't the only place to keep warm. There's subway steam and one more drink before you have to get outside and freeze your nip nips. I'll tell you what the most frustrating thing about New York City in the winter is (not that it's actually been here yet. We're in some sort of warm/cold purgatory at the moment). The hardest things to deal with in the winter are the damn heaters. If you recall, I recently mentioned that winter hasn't arrived yet. The heaters have. I'm sitting in my living room sweating my balls off because it's 47 degrees outside and my superintendent is in "winter mode" because no one has told him about the purgatory I briefed you on a moment ago. For all of you who would rather be chilly than hot, cry a little baby tear for me. I'll just have to go on humidifying my apartment and opening all the windows.
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I've heard rumors that they have snow in New York. Actually, I saw it first hand, along with feeling an earthquake and a hurricane. But I've only had one of each and I've lived here for almost six months. This may sound like complaining to the common reader but I assure you it is a mixture of relief, surprise and complaining. The winter here so far is pretty chilly for the most part. Hanging out in the 30s and dropping down into the teens in moments of rebellion. On the bright side: I'm happy as hell to be going over to Utah for Sundance Film Festival next week and I can assure you they'll have snow. Or at least that's what I've been told.]]>
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