Yes, it's Hot enough for us
Let's just say that LAist likes to keep it real. So we live in a modest apartment in East Hollywood that doesn't have air conditioning, or a pool, or even a ceiling fan.
And let's just say that LAist was up pretty late last night after the sweetass Raconteurs show at the Wiltern. And by late of course we mean early.
So let's say at noon when we were thinking about getting up it felt like someone was cooking something in the kitchen and had left the oven open. Sweet girl, she doesn't have to do that, we thought. Then we laid there thinking wait, she? Who? What was her name, even?
We got out of bed and poked our head into the kitchen and there wasn't a leggy co-ed in a t-shirt making french toast and sausages. It was nearly a hundred degrees outside and some fool had left the windows open.
And then we heard the shower start.