hot, hot, hot

Summer is def. here in the SouthLand. After bar "stand by me" pie-eating scenes in Newport, roaring 747s over a picnic at Dockweiler state beach with Jams, Tom's BYOB/W birthday celebration at Cafe Brasil, fire breathers at "Saints and Sinners", ridiculous heat at Dodger park with the Hudsons, one helluva dinner at Dan and Christines, domestic squabbling (think: Jerry Springer) and a police visit at 3am at the homestead... ah, these weekends are gonna be the death of me! I said it once, I'll say it again, I actually look forward to Mondays some weeks. When did I start needing more than a day to recover?

Cheers to the only thing that can save me now: Liquid Salvation here I come!