Hot night.

I can’t deny it’s that time of year again. The time of year when our apartment gets so hot candles droop flaccidly and you can fry eggs without turning on a burner. So tonight we sat there, sticking to the leather couch, trying to pretend the channel 3 movie could hold our interest when really we were wishing for the conclusion to Friday night’s cliff-hanger episode of 7th Heaven. We got tired of that, tired like a dog gets tired of being whipped, so we decided to high-tail it out of here. We ended up down at a burger shack getting a pair of chocolate malteds to go. We took them down to the waterfront and watched the boats in the gold glow of the dock lights bob up and down in the blue-black water. The cold salty air blowing off the water cooled us down alright, and that human feeling came seeping back like blood returning to a sleeping limb. Refreshed we came back for the channel 3 movie and a slow bake in this solar-oven we call home.

26 Responses to Hot night.

  1. mollyroyal says:

    it was soo hot today i took a nap. seriously what did we all do when we were kids? i get heat stroke from like going out to get the mail. its horrible. i never want to be 80 years old in this heat!

  2. mollyroyal says:

    it was soo hot today i took a nap. seriously what did we all do when we were kids? i get heat stroke from like going out to get the mail. its horrible. i never want to be 80 years old in this heat!

  3. mrdapper says:

    when i was kid i complained all summer.

  4. kenholiday says:

    catch me if you can ?

  5. kenholiday says:

    catch me if you can ?

  6. atrophe says:

    Where is this burger shack selling malts in the evening. You don’t mean Wendys do you.

      • atrophe says:

        Oh, the term ‘burger shack’ made me picture some quaint locally owned place. When on vacation I used to spend summer evenings in Osoyoos at such an establishment that had the best ice cream ever.

      • mrdapper says:

        Yeah, I was trying to rewrite my evening into something that didn’t involve Wendy’s. I think I know that place in Osoyoos, it was great. I had relatives that owned a camp-ground on the lake up there so I spent many a childhood vacation in that town.

      • kenholiday says:

        where you complained ?

      • atrophe says:

        It was the one right across from a grocery store, on the main road right before that strip with water on both sides.

        Last time I was there they’d changed management and replaced the covered patio and benches with a closed building similar to Dairy Queen. But they still had that wonderous ice cream machine.

  7. atrophe says:

    Where is this burger shack selling malts in the evening. You don’t mean Wendys do you.

  8. atrophe says:

    Oh, the term ‘burger shack’ made me picture some quaint locally owned place. When on vacation I used to spend summer evenings in Osoyoos at such an establishment that had the best ice cream ever.

  9. mrdapper says:

    Yeah, I was trying to rewrite my evening into something that didn’t involve Wendy’s. I think I know that place in Osoyoos, it was great. I had relatives that owned a camp-ground on the lake up there so I spent many a childhood vacation in that town.

  10. kenholiday says:

    where you complained ?

  11. atrophe says:

    It was the one right across from a grocery store, on the main road right before that strip with water on both sides.

    Last time I was there they’d changed management and replaced the covered patio and benches with a closed building similar to Dairy Queen. But they still had that wonderous ice cream machine.

  12. chairmanv says:

    yeah, t’was hot alright.

  13. chairmanv says:

    yeah, t’was hot alright.

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