Yeesh, this heat is getting on my last nerve. The last few days have been less hot than it’s been in the worst weeks of summer, but so muggy my glasses steamed when I got out of the car last night. My scalp never feels entirely dry, and that spot at the base of the skull? Swampy. Ick.
So when Alan accepted a night at Comerica Park as part of an automotive media event Friday night, I was highly dubious. “Field box or suite?” I asked. Suite. He thought so, anyway. I enjoy a night at the ball park as much as the next girl, but it was 91 degrees at 6 p.m. Even the most casual business casual is miserable in weather like that.
I settled on khakis and linen, but needn’t have fretted. Because it was, indeed, a suite. And General Motors’ might be the second-best in the whole joint:
Let me put it this way: One of the GM people brought her son and another boy. After a couple innings, they went next door to get an autograph, having spotted Willie Horton sitting a few feet away, in the owner’s suite.
Add the air conditioning and the food, and all I can say is, this is civilization. Of course, now I’m spoiled for the field seats more or less forever.
Tigers won, 10-2. But you Clevelanders already knew that.
The rest of the weekend went swimmingly. Eastern Market (sweaty scalp) followed by errands (sweatier) followed by gym (total schvitz-a-thon) followed by cooking and shower and cocktails with friends. I indulged in a little Laphroaig, not my usual summer drink, but oh well. I thought it tasted oaky and peaty. Alan took a sip and said, “lavender and manure.” For this you pay $9.75 for 1.5 fingers, but it lasted a good long while.
And now to the bloggage. Because it seems we’ll never see the end of our peculiar American insanity, I offer the following as a cautionary tale:
After last week’s bite-the-medal photo array, I offer…kiss the medal. I guess it beats “swing it around your head and smack someone on the head with it,” but it does make for some repetitive photography.
This picture, however, of the first woman from Saudi Arabia to ever compete in an Olympic Games, sort of touched my heart. The look on her face. She didn’t last two minutes, but I have to think she did some good for somebody in that time.
Onward to the new week. Still enjoying summer, despite its best efforts to kill me.