We have a Victorian fixer-upper that lacks, among other things, air conditioning. For some reason, all my friends were delighted at the way we beat the heat: one of those molded plastic, $10 kiddie pools (of the sort Jennifer is avoiding here, having actual kids). We put it inside, right in front of the TV, filled it with water, and sat in it with a drink in one hand (martinis go well with this classy endeavor) and the remote in the other. Cool on many levels.