I'm renaming Jo(e)'s hot weather meme (because it hasn't been particularly hot around these parts lately--not that I'm complaining!) and adapting it slightly.
How do you cope with hot weather?
Multiple showers a day. Fans. A/C.
When does the heat make you most crazy?
The heat pretty much always makes me crazy, although it's lovely for the first few minutes after exiting an overly air-conditioned building.
Songs/albums that make you think of summer?
Talking Heads, "This Must Be the Place"
Liz Phair, Whipsmart
Getz & Gilberto, the entire album, but especially "Girl from Ipanema"
Madonna, Ray of Light
Where do you go to get air conditioning?
Chez moi, though I'm wondering if perhaps I can do without it this year. Supposedly my new apartment gets a good cross-breeze.
Your favorite place to sleep in hot weather?
Either with a fan blowing directly on me or in a room with A/C.
Your favorite hot weather food?
Anything that doesn't have to be cooked.
Your favorite people to visit in the hot weather?
I enjoy me a summer wedding--and luckily, over the last several years there have been some lovely ones packed to the rafters with old friends.
Your favorite way to wear your hair in the hot weather?
My hair is quite short, but since it's also very thick, in hot weather I'll sometimes pull it back in a scarf, kerchief-style.
Your favorite outfit to wear in the summertime?
My summertime uniform consists of fitted black tank tops with wide-legged khakis. Occasionally I'll wear brightly-colored tank tops with skirts instead. I do not believe in shorts.
Your favorite hot weather drink?
Iced coffee, though a G&T or Campari & soda vie for a close second.
Your summertime story?
Well, there was that summer after my first year of grad school when Lulu and I shared a sublet together in the city. Yes, my room (in Uptown U Law School housing) didn't have an A/C. Yes, I was working a crappy legal temp job during the day and taking an intensive Latin II class in the evening. Yes, I DID ride a Greyhound bus 9 hours each way to a wedding (for which I couldn't, even so, afford either the bus fare or the hotel room). Yes, I did have some. . . boy episodes that summer. An unusual number of such episodes, and most of them as scandalous as they were (then) traumatic and are (now) stupid. And yes, I did drink far too much all summer long, as illustrated by that time I got driven home by Campus Security--all of two blocks--when I got out of a cab and couldn't find the street our apartment was on: I knew what the street number was, and I knew the number of the street where I was. . . but the street numbers totally weren't running consecutively! Really, officer! And yes, I ended the summer more broke than I'd begun it and well on my way to the worst year of my life, emotionally--
But damn. It was still a great summer.
Is hot weather good for anything? Not much that I can think of.