I thought some words were colloquial
Posted on May 31, 2010
Filed Under Daily, Life in L.A., The Boss | 13 Comments
This past week, the weather in L.A. has started to get hot. Really hot. Like, boarder-line annoying Hot. When my in-laws were here, they surprised us with a stand-up fan WITH A REMOTE! (you’d be surprised what we consider luxury items around here) and though it has made a difference, sometimes it just blows hot air (Ha!) around the house, and makes you feel like you’re trapped in a bubble of sluggishness and claustrophobia. I know many of you are shaking your heads and tisking while you read this because L.A. is hailed for its beautiful weather. But even with a cooling breeze, when the sun is hanging directly above your head in a cloudless sky, 84 degrees still feels like 84 degrees — and yesterday, The Boss and I got well acquainted with each of those 84 degrees because we were locked out of our apartment FOR ALMOST SIX HOURS.
We had a day full of activities planned for yesterday, but when we got down to the car, The Boss grabbed his pockets, and goes, “Do you have the car keys?” In that moment, I knew it was going to be a long day.
Before we left the apartment, I said, “Do you have everything?” and he said, “Yes,” which in my mind meant that HE ALSO HAD THE KEYS, but I guess EVERYTHING is a word that can sometimes be confused with a word that means something OTHER THAN EVERYTHING. I will say though, that I take partial blame in yesterday’s fiasco. Normally, when we leave the house, I say, “Phone, wallet, keys?” and The Boss pats himself down, and replies, “Phone, wallet, keys,” which means he’s good to go. But yesterday, I disrupted our usual routine by asking “Do you have everything?” rather than the standard that we’ve both gotten used to.
Dammit, Enayatulla! You and your STUPID change-ups. THIS ISN’T BASEBALL!
The first hour-ish of our day wasn’t so bad because we frequent our favorite bagel place for breakfast on the weekends, which is just walking distance, so those plans remained intact. But when we contacted our building manager to ask for the spare key to our place, he said he wouldn’t be home until close to 3 p.m., and we had somewhere to be at noon. Since our plans looked shot for the day, The Boss suggested we go watch a movie, so we walked to the local theaters where I nearly collapsed from heart failure when I saw that a matinee cost $9.75. TEN DOLLARS FOR A MATINEE? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I remember when (Oh My God, I’m about to date myself) that’s how much you paid for an evening showing, and matinees were $4.50! I gasped so loud while looking up at the movie prices I think I deterred a few potential movie-goers. I’m good for business like that. For the next several hours, we hung out at a local park, and when we finally made it home around 3 p.m., our key was taped to the front door. Our our plan was to grab the car keys, and try to salvage the rest of our day, but we ended up falling asleep, and didn’t wake up until this morning.
Today, as we set out to enjoy the remainder of our long weekend, I tried to avoid any all-encompassing words and said, “Phone, wallet, KEYS! KEYS! KEYS!” as we left the house, and The boss goes, “No, that’s not the thing. It’s just ‘phone, wallet, keys’. Don’t start adding extra stuff because then it messes everything up.”
And then I forgot my cell phone.
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It only costs $3.50 here to watch a movie at anytime!
NYC is 11.25$ for regular showings and yeah 9.50 for a MATINEE is kinda crazy! =S
As for the heat *sigh* My husband wouldn’t even consider buying a small airconditioner until one summer when it got so hot that several transformers blew up. It was so bad that even our light bulbs gave off the faint light of a candle, and the fan really did feel like Hell’s sneak peak. I think I managed to convince him because I may have looked I was melting–what with the sweat and the tears =)
Im confused! 84 degrees?! But that’s like impossible, 100 degrees is waters boiling point? I’ve just come back from a holiday in Egypt and it was about 35 degrees and I couldn’t stand the heat. The heat makes me so irritable – my partner knew exactly to keep his distance God bless him.
Say what you will about terrible British weather, but it’s neber that hot, it’s June & we have rain here! As a hayfever sufferer &general cold temperature loving Brit – I sympathise with you!
I want to have sympathy…really I am trying to muster it…. but alas I long for 84 degree weather. Texas heat is just too stifling. A parent at school today mentioned that this weekend it’s supposed to be 103!!! That’s almost a 20 degree difference *sigh* *grumble*
Heat is heat…and since I’m in Alabama, being in Cali won’t be much of a difference!!!
SOOOOO….about the movies…eww. It actually just depends on where I go. If I go to the **pricey** theatre w/ reclining seats, etc, then it’s about $12-13 for a seat, depending on if you sit on the balcony. Matinees are around $8.
The other theatres are much cheaper, but sometimes I like a treat.
Sarah, it’s 84 degrees farenheight, not celcius. I used to get that confused myself, too! Anywhere outside of US, everyone uses celsius, so being an immigrant, i was like what? 100 degrees? the water boils at that temp! lol but actually 100 degrees F is like 40 degrees C. I hope that helps
Oh, and Sabrina, I know what you mean by those matinee prices, I’m only 27 and it used to be $5 here in NYC back in our teenage years! Now it’s like $9, I think. Talk about inflation!
I feel your pain, I find it too hot in Toronto, being an immigrant fromlil old England, where the temp doesn’t go much higher than 20 on the best of summers, I’, finding it very hot here!
Yeaa I kno Wat U Mean… Itz Been Boiling Here For The Last Couple Of Days… Thank God There Was A Thunderstorm Last Nyt xD
Nooo, England is getting hotter. Last week we had a week of perfectly Indian Weather.
If I want Indian weather, I WILL GO TO INDIA. Not in England prease kthx?
hahahha.
The RIS conference this weekend in LA was awesome, mashaAllaah! Wish you were there
Ha ha ha. I laughed all the way through this post, only because the same exact thing has happened to me and my husband (on multiple occasions). I dread that feeling that takes over the pit of my stomach when he’s like: “wait, do you have the key?”