I'm in Brooklyn, just for a day or two, it is humid. Like you become the sum of a smear of mascara, migrated lipstick, the hair stuck to your neck.
I'm lucky that my building is on my favorite block, so when it is this hot I just end up at the bar restaurant on the corner with whoever I'm hanging out with that night because I am too lazy to go anywhere else, but also because everything is delicious. Tonight it was good. In defense of my laziness: we tried Barbes around the corner but there were too many people.
Up in Hudson, there are these guys who sit on the porch of my building. One of them lives there and it really is his building more than anyone's, one of them looks like Lil John (but sort of post-male-menopausal version), one of them is the dude who got evicted two weeks ago but comes back with his backpack to hang out and drink beer when the landlord is not in town. Some others come and go.
"Pardon me for asking, but why are you wearing those flip-flops in the rain?" (the evicted one)
"Where's your umbrella!!"