It must be some kind of hot tub time machine… Hot tubs are sweet. I’ve got one at my place and it’s amazing. After work I go in with a bag of beef jerky. Turn the radio on. You ever listen to the end of Francesa while polishing off a bag of Jack Links in your sex tub? It’s heaven. Die smiling, son. That’s what my dad used to tell me.
Writing this on Thursday and it is cold. The streets were empty today too. Know what that means? No, not cuffing season. Winter is coming. You’ve got to be prepared. You can start off with these 4 foot long snow shoes. They are sure to come in handy absolutely never.
New Year’s Eve always sneaks up on me…it’s the reason I tell myself I’m spending it crying alone for another year in a row. I didn’t get a chance to make plans! Too busy. But if you’d really like to paint yourself into a corner and not have a handy excuse for being alone on New Year’s you can sign up now for the party at Grand Prospect Hall. It has an open bar with all the typical festive fixings for $175.