Natasha and I bought a new air conditioner from P.C. Richards yesterday as the heat wave was settling into New York. With the help of our new neighbor David, a graphics designer, we installed it in the window of our living room, since it's central to the entire apartment and the only view is directly into the bedroom of a highly sexually active couple, who don't shut their blinds.
Natasha and I have joked about inviting our girlfriends over and ordering take-out for our neighbors' peep show, like Carrie and company did in an episode of "Sex and the City". And now our neighbors will have a view of Natasha and me standing in sweaty bras in front of the A/C, not that they need further inspiration.
I haven't lived in an apartment with air conditioning in two years (here's why). A $100 discount on a 10,000 BTU unit, a $10 cab ride home and half a batch of cookies for David's assistance later, I am reveling in a truly a historic achievement. And it was just in time. Grade schools across the city were closed today because of the heat.