80 is supposed to be the high on Tuesday, so big whoop. I mean it was 53 three mornings ago. And I have said before, you can't really complain about the heat if you bitch and moan about the bitter cold - which I do.
If I have a complaint, it is that this heat is not drying up my lungs and sinuses. Bother!
So, on the hottest day of the year, Denton and I walked up the street about a mile to neighborhood "arts" festival. Yes, that is in quotes, because unless the holy roller church giving away free water and the boy scout troop giving away - swear to g-d - 'free tang', is now considered art, there was none to be found.
On the plus side, I probably lost three pounds in sweat (ooooh....I already lost another two pounds anyway, as yesterday @ the gym, I weighed myself the first time in a month. That's a full stone I've dropped since mid-February!)
Anway, we confirmed the lack of art when we ran into friends/fellow homos, Joe & Carl. Nope, no art.
I can't say the trek was a total loss. I mean, we got out in the 'hood, which I love. We ate lunch at an air-conditioned mid-eastern restaurant. And, I got my clown reference for the week. Two, actually. I saw the actual clown, but didn't think to pull out the iPhone to snap a pic. But I did get one of his flyer.

Song by: Deborah Harry
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