Thin-Blooded

Last night, I realized that I have adapted to Las Vegas’ climate.

When we left town Friday, it was in the 90’s, but I knew it would drop into the 60’s over the weekend here in Portland, Oregon, particularly on Sunday, the day of the wedding. So I did what any self-respecting knitter would do: I brought an alpaca hat and a wool shawl. Should have been plenty of warmth, right? Of course. Mind you, I also only packed shorts, t-shirts, and the skirt I’m wearing to the wedding.

So last night, the rehearsal dinner was a picnic in the park at sundown. It did, in fact, drop to 61 degrees. As you all know, I have a little extra insulation on my body (I like to call it “famine prevention”), and I grew up in Chicago, when the winter weather gives us the exquisite experience of hearing “wind chill went up to negative 30 today….” on the radio’s weather report. While I can get cold, particularly at night, I don’t consider myself to be a complete pantywaist unable to brave anything below 80.

Last night: I was freezing! Shivering through most of the evening! OMG! It was COLD! The worst part is, it wasn’t even windy– it was all just the chill in the air and the exposure of skin.

So, I’ve now learned something: I have adapted to Las Vegas weather. I’ve become one of those wimpy thin-bloods who whines when the temperature drops below 70.

On the plus side, I’m glad I’ll be able to wear wool socks again this winter!