Do You Party?

I have a cold, which you can probably hear, but it was a lot worse this weekend, when this happened to me. It was early Saturday, and I was waking down Lincoln with my dog and a ratty green backpack filled with newspapers and magazines I was going to read. I had just dropped off my car at the car wash, and I ambled down the street in my grimy jeans and Saturday morning hair to sit at the Starbucks, catch up on my reading for an hour or two, and then pick up my clean car...