Ate some wings and drank a couple THAs and now sitting under the front porch roof in a lumberjack shirt, shorts, listening to 3 dog night, and drinking some new beers.
But, this isn't about me; rather, the city paved my street yesterday, making it more readily available for guys that like to go on runs in their underwear. Two hours in, and I've been fortunate enough to not witness the 10K carrot top trot.
I did have the old lady come up to me this morning, telling me all about how the next door dude always kisses his beautiful wife goodbye every day, asking me why I never do that. I told her I don't know her, but will stop by her house on Monday and introduce myself and give her a deep tongued smooch.