still in the 80's this morning, I guess it'll work for today as well.
last night, rode around a bit, didn't feel like going to a smokey bar, so I ventured to the Bijou for some exercise (they say pacing is very good for the legs). 2-1/2 hours later, I'm at the Key Food, waiting in this ridiculously long line for 2 a.m., and in the flattering fluorescent lighting, I see on my dago-tee several large drops (drops is an understatement) from the uncut gentleman of 15 minutes prior. In fact, several hairs from his big floppyness were stuck there, too. I'm holding 2 pints of Haagen Daz, a bag of chips, and wondering if the clerk will notice. Naw, too busy, he apologizes for the long line, smiles, rings up my stuff, gives me my change, and I swear he looked at my chest and smiled again. I'm sure I'm mistaken. Needless to say, I slept in that shirt
