‘Beat the heat’ or something to that effect is written on almost every random juice and coffee bar on the facade. It is so hot that New York seems to be slowly sweating away. Heated heads and roaring air conditioners are what characterize our city these days. In search of coolness, I take the ferry to Dumbo, the neighborhood next to ours on the other side of the water. I recommend lunch at Cecconi’s to everyone, and of course a little photo on Washington Street. I still can’t believe we were just standing there without a horde of camera-wielding tourists. Luck? I think so.

As if it’s not hot enough, my living muppet wants to sit on my lap. I think Blue thinks he has the size of a dachshund. But hey, brunching on the weekend means Blue the lap dog gets to join us at the table. Traditionally. Just like we traditionally brunch at Sunday in Brooklyn. Again, we order the roast beef sandwich and the avo toast. And yes, it’s still the best in the country.

My girlfriend is a member at Soho House, the perfect place to work, network, and enjoy a drink in the evening. But today we’re going there for one reason: the pool. I order a coffee, a bowl of fruit, and float peacefully in the pool. Photos are not allowed here, so you’ll have to make do with the cup of coffee and my new striped dress before I left for Soho House. But believe me, it was lovely. In the meantime, I text my husband that I really need a membership here too, if only for that lovely pool that he can also use. Deal, darling?

I’ll see you all next week! Hopefully with a less heated head, but can we really complain? I mean, what’s better: a hysterically hot summer or a polar vortex cold winter? I think I’ll go for the former.