I can tell that the warm weather is Really, Truly Here, because last night my dinner was an ice cream cone, and several beers. At least a few of those beers were drunk outside, too.
Besides the ice cream and the beers, last night I played trivia at a bar. Insanely hard trivia, including a section on songs with saxophones. We got one of ten of those songs. Shameful. I'm still glowing that I knew that "Thomas Friedman" was the NYT columnist who recently had a pie thrown at his fae while speaking. Who knew that information would ever prove useful?