...if it's not 110 degrees.
Thursday night was lovely, actually. I hope for more of the same. :)
Type O Negative's version of Summer Breeze always makes me think of the summer I lived next to the really hot, tattooed exotic dancer and her big, beefy construction worker husband. She and I hung out together all summer, and her little baby would fuss at nap time until mommy put on this album.