High of 95

It's so very hot. For the last week and a half or so, the high has been at least 85 if not 95 every day. And I personally do not consider 77 degrees to be a "low." That's just a lower high. I suppose I should have expected that it would be hot here in the concrete jungle in the height of summer, but I didn't expect 95, blazing sunlight, and no air conditioning. Not just no AC, but also no breeze. I swear opening my window makes it hotter in this little room. I've been finding endless excuses to go downtown just so I can ride the air conditioned subway trains. It would be nice to stop sweating every once in a while.
Despite the heat, though, I'm enjoying myself immensely. I pretty much do nothing but ride around in the subway and go to ballets, but it's totally fun. I've seen, thus far, Swan Lake, Giselle, and Don Quixote (the first two by ABT and the last by the Bolshoi). My friend and I are probably going to see Pilobolus this weekend, if we can find tickets (they are a modern company, two of the faculty at Hope last semester were dancers from Pilobolus on sabatical). I may also go see a thing called "Random Dance" which, as far as I can gather, is a modern company, which sounds really interesting. I took a tap class at some Broadway studio on Monday, which was a cool experience. To part from the dance world, though, I have convinced my two friends from class to come with me to a Yankee game next week. We're sitting in the nosebleeds, and they have been instructed to not wear anything that even hints at having anything to do with Boston. It's gonna be a blast. I'm still surprised I talked these 2 girls into coming with me, though I won't complain, cause me sitting all by myself in the nosebleeds wouldn't be nearly as fun.
So I'm doing awesome. I have these 3 hugemongous blisters underneath my calluses on the bottoms of my feet (I have been building these calluses since I got on pointe at age 11), and one ripped completely open today. I seriously didn't think it was possible to have skin that thick on your body. Amazing (and gross too, sorry I gave no warning to the squeemish). Hopefully that'll heal over quickly, cause I can hardly stand on it, let alone turn or jump or any of that fun stuff.
I'm looking forward to home, though, fun as it is around here. I miss my Reevert's girls, and I miss real food (other than peanut butter and jelly and mac and cheese). I could really go for some Michael's cheese curds and a big raspberry shake right now.
I'm catching a tiny breath of air in here right now, so I'm off to enjoy it.