Et tu, A/C?

Went to three different bars over the weekend (and no, I don't think that means I have a drinking problem. Why? What have you heard?). In all three, the air conditioning was broken. Mind you, it's like 100 degrees plus humidity outside. Not a pretty picture. Then to have the A/C busted, it became cooler OUTSIDE than inside. Hair: puffy. Face: glistening. And not in a good way. Outfits: wrinkled when I sit down, destined for the dry cleaners after only 15 minutes of wear. Buzz: fairly non-existent, because the ice melts so quickly and waters down the drinks, which you are downing with a glass of water anyway because it's So. Damn. Hot.
Ugggggh.