how hot was my apartment that weekend?

the weekend of april 17 was a scorcher here in los angeles. i missed the heat, however, because i was in the state capital record shopping and sangria drinking with my old college housemates. (woo!) the weather there was perfect! and, as i was in "weekend with friends" mode, i was blissfully unaware of the heat back home.

until...

i got off the plane in burbank sunday night. at the burbank airport you deplane down an open air flight of stairs, not a jetway. i walked out of the plane, at 8pm and it was hot. still. not warm. hot.

cutting to the chase: my apt. complex was built for maximum cross breeze (many big windows), but with no insulation. my kitchen gets even hotter than the rest o' the place b/c the gas stove and water heater are in it.

i opened my cupboard to get a snack and i found that the container of mini peanut butter cups had become one mass o' melted snack food.
this isn't the first time this has happened. i have a bag of chocolate chips in the cupboard that has turned into a big block o'dark chocolate (good with peanut butter, btw).










also: them thermometer on my window fan read 98 degrees when i got home at 9:30 pm.

oof.

i am going to enjoy every light breeze and moderately warm day we have until the summer gets going.