Today marks the second day of temps in the 90s... I am pretty much doing the roastation. Thankfully, I haven't had to do any cooking lately, because I made a shitton of rice-filled grape leaves, having had a banner week of foraging success. What better than a cool, light meal washed down with a glass of limoncello on a hot summer day?
I'd love to be able to hunker down indoors all day, but I've got to hump on down to Brooklyn for learning while intoxicated. Of course, the subway trains are (under proper circumstances) air-conditioned, but the stations will be pretty infernal on a day like this. The one benefit to a day like this is that everybody will be wearing as little as possible (I'm like that year-round, typically breaking out the shorts in March and packing them up in November). Yeah, it'll be hot in the city tonight:
Gotta love Billy Idol, with that peroxide 'do and that sneer, though I prefer Monsieur Idol's earlier work, as frontman of Generation X.
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Billy's music videos were better than his music, imho.
Reminds me once again of the days when MTV was music television.
When I first moved to New York, the average subway car wasn't air conditioned. That made for some fine commuting in suit and tie.
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relax. It's like 15 below here, so the New Winter should make it to you guys in a day or so.
If you get REALLY lucky, you can also get teh hail we had.
Odd to think of it being hot. It's cool and damp here.
If you get REALLY lucky, you can also get teh hail we had.
Weather-wise, all hell broke loose about five minutes after I got to the bar. I was sipping a Six Points while watching a torrential downpour. Before the rain started, the wind picked up, and my friend walked in and complained about the grit that had been kicked up, which had gotten into her clothes, her hair, her teeth. UGH!
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