Today is Memorial Day, the official start of summer in NYC. After a long snowy winter everyone is on their knees thanking Mother Nature for the warmth and sunshine. Although this is my fourth summer in the city, I’m just now approaching summer with a New Yorker’s mentality. Unlike Southern California, New York City is defined by its seasons. There’s the crisp, leaves turning fall, the snowy, slushy, sometimes unbearable winter -the first blooms of spring, and of course, the hot, humid, even more unbearable summer. As weather tends to dictate life, (picture little Lindsay in a gigantic floor length down jacket, snow boots, and an oversized ski cap!) Manhattan’s habitants live by the calendar. Memorial Day, historically a day of remembrance for our fallen service men, is also the official beginning of the summer, and you can feel it. The city is quiet over the weekend and most everyone is out of town or at the beach. (the same goes for the end of August and Labor Day). For those of you who’ve never been to NYC in the dead of summer, it’s hot. I mean fantastically humid, horribly hot temperatures, like what I imagine to be the bowels of hell. The streets radiate with the same heat of the sun and the stench of the city can burn your nostrils. Tourists flood onto our streets looking desperately at maps or upwards, only seeing skyscrapers with barely any sky. If you’re a local and can afford it, you get out of the city’s stifle on the weekends, especially during the sweltering months of July and August.
In my second year living here, I heard word of this summer migration. My first year, I was performing on Broadway and didn’t have the luxury of a normal schedule with an eight show a week commitment. I hardly noticed it was summer at all, spending most days inside an air-conditioned, darkened theater. The first time I witnessed this summer exodus, I was really surprised. Who knew Sex and the City was reality? I hadn’t planned to take any vacations or go home to LA that year in an effort to be available to teach. Sadly, when August rolled around there was nary a body around for me to instruct. I found myself lonely and bored sitting incredibly close to the only air-conditioner I had in my tiny apartment…in my underwear. My usually tan Californian self had become transparently white over the bitter winter months and wasn’t getting any tanner inside my apartment on the Upper West Side. When I lived five blocks from the beach in Venice, I could hop on my beach cruiser and pedal over to the sand in minutes. Here in NYC going to the beach was an effort and required planning. Where do I go and what train will take me there? I still have nightmares the first time I borrowed my boyfriend’s car in order to take a day trip to Jones Beach and instead of spending the day basking in the sun I wasted the day away at various highway gas stations incredibly lost and upset. Desperate for a couple of vitamin D filled days, I perched myself on my rickety fire escape in my bathing suit trying to resurrect my old Coppertoned self. This year I’ve learned my lesson and I’m trying to make things different. In these upcoming summer months I’m looking to take my teaching on the road.
Traditionally, well off Manhattanites head out to the Hamptons on the weekends. In my time here I’ve only been once for a quick trip, two summers ago, and have been dying to go back ever since. It’s a long drive but once you get deeper into Long Island the roadsides are filled with quaint cafes, farmers markets, and stylish boutiques. The beaches, although different than my native Cali, are serene and relaxing. New York State is very beautiful. I thought to myself…now this is how to enjoy east coast summers. Currently I’m trying to set up some work with wealthy clients in their Hampton homes this summer. In my dreams I see myself reporting here about sand filled studios and weekends outside of the city. I will also be heading home to Los Angeles once, if not twice, to the land of eternal summer. I plan to do some teaching and catch up with old friends, but most of all soak up the sunshine! Who knows, I may have just enough time between teaching to get back to my old tanned California self. (Don’t worry, I now wear my sunscreen!)
Here’s to a great Summer filled with sun and Pilates!
If you’re planning on being in the Hamptons or in California this summer please contact me to get my teaching schedule or schedule a session in the studio!