Whoo man, was this weekend ever hot.
So hot that we were forced to tailor every single activity from sunup on Saturday to sundown on Sunday to accommodate the fact that our air conditioner a) is generally crappy, and b) doesn’t even begin to reach the living room or kitchen.
But you know what that meant? Trips to Toys ‘R’ Us, bed picnics in the company of vintage Ryan Philippe and Reese Witherspoon, and ice-cold Coronas. So it worked out pretty well in the end.
Here’s my guy at Hotpocalypse Escape Spot #1: Cascabel Taqueria, playing with his very first truck.
Have you been to the Times Square Toys ‘R’ Us? This thing is no joke terrifying. He’s about fifteen feet tall, and gnashes his teeth and rolls his eyes before breaking out in shattering roars every so often, and I can’t believe that more children don’t flee the store in the throes of a profound anxiety attack. I guess the close proximity of Legos balances out even Godzilla. (Kendrick: “That’s not Godzilla.”)
We fortified ourselves with Chocolate Merlins for an abortive trip to the Apple Store (my iPhone battery won’t hold a charge for more than an hour, which, as you can maybe imagine, is sort of annoying, but still not worth spending an hour and a half sitting at the Genius Bar in the middle of a crush of Italian teenagers on a school trip).
And so we gave up on Apple, and the entire family set up camp three feet away from the A/C with our new toys and favorite movies.
Bed picnics were a must.
P.S. This also happened, and we loved it.