Your AC bill is gonna be *insane* this week, oye.
Okay so check it— it's literally, like, March, right? And we're already cooking out here. No mames, the National Weather Service is saying we just tied or broke THIRTY daily heat records yesterday, and the worst is still coming. THIRTY! We're not even in summer yet and the asphalt on Sunset, like, past Dodger Stadium and before you hit Echo Park, is probably already soft enough to leave a footprint. My car's been sitting on the street in Boyle Heights all day and it feels like an oven, I swear. I'm already seeing people at Grand Central Market asking for extra ice in their aguas frescas, and it’s not even noon.
This isn't just "oh, it's hot in LA" — this is that wild, early heat that makes you wonder if we're ever gonna get a proper spring. Like, forget the jacarandas blooming in May, they're probably gonna be crisp by next week. And your wallet? Forget about it. Everyone's AC is gonna be blasting from Silver Lake down to Long Beach, and those DWP bills are gonna look like phone numbers. We're talking about trying to find relief anywhere you can, even if it means driving up to Griffith Observatory early just for the slightly cooler air before the tourists show up. This is the real LA, fam — east of the 110, we feel this stuff first.
Marisol Vega-Cisneros, MiTL Sports Desk, East LA.
You know Keith and the crew are gonna be sweating this one out on the morning show — catch 'em live at mornings.live!