A weekend of unsurpassed gorgeosity. We always lie to ourselves and say that the first half of September is summer, technically, but this year it’s so. It’s true. Hot, a kiss of humidity, and almost a wet sloppy half-drunk one, too. Yes, Clear Liquor Season was reinstated, contrary to all precedents. The switch to an evening bourbon is one of those things a man does with deliberation; it’s a statement, a verdict, a declaration that the romp over the Elysian Fields of summer have ended, and a fellow must take up more serious pursuits. But summer in the middle of September is like love in your old age; makes a fool of you, and you don’t care.
- Lileks
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