Brrrrr, mis bonitos! I know Tony Perkins mentioned that this morning's temperature of 50
° F would be the highest we'd see today, but where did the wind come from? It's hard to blow some casheesh on clothes for oneself when one's eyes are watery. But the cold did inspire me to buy the
preppiest (in camel) Spanish autumn outfit ever. Cute, non? It'll be perfect for happy ho' with Nykelpiga and Shatterproof tonight at
Black Jack. I hope handlebar-mustachioed bartender/manager Jack likes the get-up. I might have a slight crush on him. But don't tell the Jayhawk. He gets jealous.
(Photo: The Dance of the Leaves when the Autumn Winds Blow by Joseph Brauer. All rights reserved.)
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