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Jun. 14th, 2005 07:17 pmMy mom asked me the other night if I was learning what city people do when the weather gets hot, now that I no longer live in my parents' house in the suburbs. I told her yeah.
They run around like elephants on the roofs of their buildings.
They hold barbecues on patios that stick out of the second floors of their buildings.
They sit on the steps of the brownstone they live in, or put chairs on the sidewalk and in the driveway, and sit outside and talk.
They seize opportunity (and territory), and claim street corners for the sale of Italian ices (also labeled 'water ices') in many flavours.
They sweat.
They go to the mall. They watch movies and buy stuff and find reasons not to leave the mall.
And, it would appear, they go to the next city over, because there is a YMCA there.
I'm thinking of joining the Hoboken YMCA; I'd ordinarily go with trying to get a pass to the rec center at St. Peter's College here in Jersey City, but according to the college web site, only a hundred non-university people a year get one of those. And the Y in Hoboken is in a somewhat familiar part of town, whereas St. Peter's is... I don't know where St. Peter's is. Point is, I can get to the Y on foot, or by PATH or light rail and then on foot, or by bicycle when mine is finally in stock and delivered.
Oh- city people also wash their kitchen floors with Pine-Sol when it gets hot, because they bought pitchers whose lids come off at inopportune moments and thus got iced tea all over the floor, and hey, it needed cleaning anyway.
They run around like elephants on the roofs of their buildings.
They hold barbecues on patios that stick out of the second floors of their buildings.
They sit on the steps of the brownstone they live in, or put chairs on the sidewalk and in the driveway, and sit outside and talk.
They seize opportunity (and territory), and claim street corners for the sale of Italian ices (also labeled 'water ices') in many flavours.
They sweat.
They go to the mall. They watch movies and buy stuff and find reasons not to leave the mall.
And, it would appear, they go to the next city over, because there is a YMCA there.
I'm thinking of joining the Hoboken YMCA; I'd ordinarily go with trying to get a pass to the rec center at St. Peter's College here in Jersey City, but according to the college web site, only a hundred non-university people a year get one of those. And the Y in Hoboken is in a somewhat familiar part of town, whereas St. Peter's is... I don't know where St. Peter's is. Point is, I can get to the Y on foot, or by PATH or light rail and then on foot, or by bicycle when mine is finally in stock and delivered.
Oh- city people also wash their kitchen floors with Pine-Sol when it gets hot, because they bought pitchers whose lids come off at inopportune moments and thus got iced tea all over the floor, and hey, it needed cleaning anyway.
