It's true. It's really hot. Our apartment turned into a jungle and Claire got her face mauled by a Tiger.
Actually, we were eating a lovely dinner and trying a new (for us) beer that I've had my eye on because of the awesome label. At some point Claire realized that her face was getting a little hot, even for the conditions in our apartment. A trip to the mirror confirmed what I already told her: her face was bright red (and, if you can believe her, burny. Apparently a reaction she occasionally experiences with some alcohol.)
While she medicated with an ice pack and towel, I did what any manly boyfriend would do and killed the Tiger. I think it will make a nice rug.