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.