The Cosmopolitan Review
Yvonne Delaney Mitchell | 7/17/2014, 10:40 a.m.
Summertime in the city is so much fun, even if it is hot and sticky. I confess, I am a jungle bunny and I love it hot; the hotter the better. I spend a lot of time walking wherever I can, then jumping on the bus where I must, which is why I am now suffering from the worst summer cold ever. The quick transition from the sweltering sidewalks into the deep freeze, also known as the bus, where the air conditioning is at full blast, has been more than my system can handle.
Because I travel on so many different bus routes on a daily basis, I began to take note of the varying degrees of air conditioning on the bus lines. By far, the M1 bus is the worst. The vents are positioned directly above the seats and the temperature control has only one setting–full blast. The M102 bus is usually an accordion bus, and more often than not, the vents are on an angle pointing toward the window; the temperature level is comfortable. The M101 bus is also an accordion bus, and the temperature dial is always set at low. I always carry a sweater and sometimes a shawl, which I’ve been known to put over my head and shoulders to keep the cold air from shooting down into my ears, onto my neck or onto my shoulders. And they call this an improvement?
I was not the best guest at a small dinner party I attended. I had laryngitis, so engaging in conversation was out of the question. However, there was nothing wrong with my appetite, and the baked chicken and the macaroni salad with chopped cucumber and tomatoes in a spicy dressing, along with warm French bread and watermelon and vanilla ice cream dessert, were delicious. Although I drank all of the iced tea, I hardly touched the wine. So depending on your choice of libation, some were happy and some were not.
Happy birthday to Jayda Francis, who had a good, old-fashion backyard party at her home in Cambria Heights. I faired a lot better there because I was comfortably in my element outdoors on a hot, sunny day. Appropriately covered in suntan lotion, I, along with the other guest, enjoyed mounds of fresh fruit salad, curried chicken, rice and peas, and baked macaroni, along with baked porgies. The music was good, and the children happily entertained themselves in the bounce house and on the water slide. Needless to say, the whole affair can only be summed up as perfect.
Congested to the hilt, my voice returned to a rasp just in time to celebrate Kendal and LaVerne’s 45th wedding anniversary. If you know Kendal and LaVerne, then you know they always have multiple sets going on to entertain their many sets of friends. We were fortunate enough to join them at the Tropix, a club located along Nautical Mile, in Suffolk County, Long Island. The mile is lined with outdoor clubs, offering a variety of music and atmosphere. About 20 of their friends gathered at the Tropix, including their daughter Crystal along with husband, Luddy, and their son Jay, who was celebrating his birthday. Happy birthday, Jay. Unfortunately, still very much under the weather, I was curled up like a snail, as the night air wasn’t exactly the elixir that the doctor ordered. Still, it was fun.