I'm not from Las Vegas originally. I grew up in Southern California and spent most of my team in the beach cities. If you've ever spent a summer on the coast you know just how humid it can get. 95 degree weather in Redondo Beach with high humidity can feel like it's own form of torture.
Then you meet these people who live in Las Vegas. You ask them how it's possible to survive in heat that regularly hits the 110 during the summer and you will undoubtedly get the following response; “But it's a dry heat.” Before I lived here, I really wanted to smack these people in the head. Dry heat my ass. An oven is still an oven.
Fast forward to today. It's been 7 years since we moved to Las Vegas. I think by many standards that makes us natives. I can say now that I have become one of those people who, before, I wanted to smack. I've told so many people about how dry the heat is out here, you'd almost think I invented the phrase.
Don't get me wrong, when summer first rolls around each year, I bitch and moan just like everybody else. You see, we really only get 2-3 weeks of comfortable “Spring Time” weather. Then, as if somebody has flipped a switch, it's flippin' hot. But, we are now reaching that point in the summer where the locals have once again become accustomed to the heat. For example… The other day as I was leaving my office and walking to my truck I thought to myself, “It is -really- nice out right now.” When I got in my truck the outside temperature gauge told me it was 108. I actually laughed OUT LOUD when I realized what had just happened.
So, it's true that Las Vegas does, in fact, have a dry heat. I am way more comfortable here in 110 degree weather than in Redondo with 95 degree plus 90 percent humidity. But still, we did come up with a rule. You are only allowed to say “It's a dry heat” until it reaches 115. After that, you're just an asshole.