A couple of days ago, I wrote about the locker rooms of my youth. Several people wrote me, sharing their memories of steamy air and sweaty socks. It’s funny how sights and smells from long ago can be dredged up when your brain is prodded a little.
Now, I had some pretty amazing guys in my high school locker room, but none as hot as Zac Efron. What’s he doing in that video, anyway? Taking his pants off? Drying himself after a shower? Who knows? But why wasn’t I there? Grrrr ….
It’s been a quiet day for me. We mostly hung around the house. I wrote and took care of correspondence while my boyfriend watched hockey on TV. We took a short walk, but the wind was blowing close to 25 MPH, which made things unpleasant. It has rained on and off all day, too. Some weird weather pattern is sitting out in the Gulf, throwing stuff at us.
A friend’s having us over for dinner tonight, right after the neighbors watch sunset at the shore. It’s be a nice evening, especially since the sky finally has cleared. I hope you’ll enjoy your evening, too.