I hate air conditioning. Sometimes I can appreciate it, but mostly it makes me too cold and it gives me a sore throat. Occasionally it nauseates me too.
Yesterday I was in the car with my dad and he had the temperature set at 68°F (20°C). What the fuck?! I had to open my window to get some warmer air. My family, of course, know my problem and they try not to let the air blow directly on me and no one complains when I do open a window (even though I know it annoys them). Once Big Sister’s ex-husband objected to my open window so I closed it and vomited on him. Luckily the A/C is rarely on at my parents’ because we have the breeze from the ocean.
Last night in the dreaded Valley, we walked into a restaurant that was so air conditioned that I was uncomfortable. Everyone else thought it was normal to walk into a refrigerator to eat. I was wearing a summery dress which had been appropriate to the weather outside, but suddenly my arms and legs were absolutely chilled. I finally managed to warm up a bit once I had my Jack Daniels.
Moral of the story: I will be taking something warm with me to wear wherever I go from now on. August in LA.