NOT SO EASY, EXTREMELY BREEZY
Considering how brutal this winter has been, I imagine that I'll be hobbling like a war hero back to Miami, full of stories to tell the grandchildren. I dressed eagerly Saturday morning in a light jacket and layered it with my denim jacket with interior pockets that make me feel like James Bond. I was practically skipping to Stumptown Coffee, in 50-degree weather.
I even ventured to New Jersey to watch a soccer game at Red Bull Arena. I had no idea what was happening, but I got to yell profanities and take pictures of overly eager fans. As soon as the sun set, the temperature dropped nearly 30 degrees and I developed a slight hatred towards H&M and how thin they made my sweater.