Count me in as another coldie. Hey, wait! It sounds so much better if we’re called “cool.” So, like the other cool people in this thread, unixrat, featherlou, mothra, the Mighty Tiki God, kinsey and Nacho, I say bring on the cold weather!
Living in New York City, I am always disappointed that our winters are so balmy compared to Buffalo, where I grew up. Once the mercury starts to drop, I get so much more energy and enthusiasm for just about everything. There’s ice to skate on, slopes to sled down, snowballs to throw, hot chocolate to drink, and big roaring fires to snooze in front of.
During the first snowfall in NYC, you can put on your adorable mitten and scarf set, stroll by the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center, and then go to Godiva to get champagne-filled white chocolate truffles to munch on as you look at the all the holiday windows on 5th Avenue. And how could I forget a crisp December day at The Ralph, with a bracing breeze blowing across the stands as the Bills clinch another play-off spot (ok, so I’m living in the past, a girl needs her memories of faded glory!). But there is undoubtedly something to be said for the fact that you don’t even need a cooler to keep your beer cold at the tailgate.
i live in kansas, and we reach both extremes. it becomes freakishly hot in summer and reaches 20 below (occasionally) in winter. and i just like the winter. i probably should move to canada.
heck, i sleep with the celing fan on ALL YEAR ROUND.
my perfect conditions- 50 degrees and a tee-shirt.
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did anyone else notice that? there was an initial wave of “hotties”, then some neutral people, then a wave of “cool” people.
I’m a cold person from Chicago. I can’t stand being hot. I can’t function if I’m too hot. You see, if you are too cold, are can always put on a sweater. What do you do if you are too hot? On the other hand, I don’t like to be freezing either. Somewhere in the 50’s-60’s-70’s is good.
Like Airbeck said, if you’re cold, you can always put on more clothes or blankets but if you’re hot, there are only so many clothes you can take off. Once you’re naked and you’re still hot–that’s just wrong.
I live in an ideal situation for now. Spend the school years in the southern Cal desert where it never goes below freezing, and retreat to Kentucky for summer. I love the 80’s weather we’re getting down here now, but I can’t stand it when it goes over 100, I just get miserable. Hope it stays cool up in Ky this year.
vanilla, I wore a jacket five times this past winter (walking from the Shoreway parking lot across from the airport to East 9th and St. Clair) and a hooded sweatshirt a couple of times (when shoveling the drive in a snowstorm to keep the snow out of my hair).
At least, we had a decent winter, this year, instead of the extended autumns we had for the last three or four.
I find temps around 80 (F) the most comfortable, but if it’s going to be something else, I’d prefer warmer.
Over 100 doesn’t really bother me that much - the key is drinking LOTS of water. As long as I stay hydrated, I’m fine. I start to feel chilly and in need of some extra layering when the temp gets around 60.
I’ve been to the SF Bay area, and I generally found it a little cool for my taste. Los Angeles, where I live now, is pretty much fine.
I grew up in Texas, though, where the drop in temperature after sunset is considerably less than it is here. That took some getting used to - during the summer I was accustomed to it being above 80 in the dead of night. I actually felt cold during the summers when the temperature dropped to the mid-60’s…
Lived in the Imperial Valley of Southern CA all my life. Love taking walks through the patches of wasteland. I routinely feel cold at temperatures below 75-80 degrees.
Here in Richmond, late July, maybe early August is the best time. The air is so thick with humidity that you feel like you’re wearing a wet towel. Everything slooooowwwwssss wwwaaaayyyyyy ddddoooowwwwwwnnnn. In the afternoon thunderstorms will spring up and cool things down. Just lay me by the pool, put a cool drink in my hand, and baste and turn me every half-hour or so.
COLD COLD COLD. I’ve always maintained that there is no reason for the temperature to get above 70F. I’ll be out running around in 20F, but can’t take it above 75F. And today it might hit (sheeeeeet) 90!
I consider New Jersey too far south to live, but since I’m into musical theatre and have to be near Broadway, what can I do!
I wouldn’t mind temps in the upper-70s in the summer, but I definitely like cold weather. And cold weather places often have more interesting weather. I’ve got to get out of Los Hideous.
tomndebb,
you must be living in the alternative Cleveland area.
When my son was off for winter vacation in late December, the temperature never went above 30 for 2 weeks!
For me, I wear my winter jacket when its 60 degrees or lower.
Making me, therefore, a hottie, who needs to move south.
Comfortable starts at 70 and goes up.
Uncomfortable starts at about 60 and goes down. There’s an awkward little space in between where I kinda want to put on an extra layer, but that would be too much.
Spent two years in Key West. The winters were perfect but the summers were terrible! Too hot to do anything, and humid, so humid that it made no sense to even try to blow dry your hair. It wouldn’t work. YUCK!
However, winter with temps in the 70’s & low 80’s and nights in the 70’s with a light ocean breeze, nightblooming jasmine wafting through the house - ahhhhhhh!
In Chicago now, for a little while, but looking forward to a move to somewhere that gets no snow in winter.
My wife, on the other hand, gets very snippy when the temp drops below 70, and when it really gets cold, she’s miserable. I’ve never seen her so profoundly unhappy as on a day in Boston like I’ve described. We spent most of the day wandering around Cambridge on foot, and on the way back she actually sat down on a bench in the Park Street T station and cried.
I swore off ever complaining about cold during the summer of 1986, when it was hotter than usual and I was living in a un-air conditioned house in Little Rock, working as a fry cook in a Mexican restaurant. I’d go to work at 8 am, fry corn chips and taco shells until 11, start washing up from the morning prep, bus tables and wash dishes from the lunch rush, then clean out the fry vats once the oil had cooled to a manageable temp. I’d leave the restaurant about 2 pm and go home covered in grease. I then could choose between a hot shower that would actually get a layer or two of crud off but would leave me even hotter, or a cooler shower that would inevitably leave me feeling slimy. Usually, the slimy feeling won out, since it was too bloody hot to actually get dressed and go anywhere anyway – I just put on my underwear and sat in front of a fan and read until the sun started to go down. If I did take a hot shower, I’d immediately dress and go downtown to the library, the one air conditioned place I could legally loiter without ever buying anything.
Don’t even start me on the pleasures of crawling in between cool sheets on a really cold night and piling up blankets and quilts. I consider electric blankets the work of the devil.
ummm. I don’t have a preference.
Hot, cold, rain, snow, blazing sunshine, whatever.
18 C and no wind? The lower limit for getting naked on the beach.
-40 and blustery wind? Wear long johns and wrap my 2 metre-long purple hat around my head.
Raining for months? Break out the gore-tex.
I’m glad to see so many fellow coldies here. My friends and family have always treated me like a freak for not minding (not really noticing, even) the cold weather. Ah, cold bedroom, window open and cool breeze blowing in, and warm pile of blankets and a warm body to snuggle up to. Now that’s good stuff! (That’s another point in favour of cold weather - who wants to snuggle in sweltering heat?)
I don’t like being too hot or cold. My comfort zone is about 25 C (77 F), give or take a few degrees. Once it gets over 30 C (86 F), I get too hot.
On a side note, I live with Feynn, who gets cold easily. He turns the thermostat up. I also live with my sister, who isn’t comfortable unless she sees penguins walking around. She turns the thermostat down and opens the windows, even in the middle of winter. I sit between, alternating between tropical heat and icy arctic winds. Regardless of season, I am often changing into shorts and a light t-shirt, or bundling up with every blanket in the house just to stay comfortable. Sometimes both on the same day.