Up to Noo Yawk for an evening of fun & frolic with the NudeCritics crowd. In order to justify the trip to my employers, and blag a ride on the company shuttle plane, I have to do some (ecch!) work tomorrow, but until then it's Breakfast at Tiffany's on some rooftop on the Yupper West Side.
Meantime, try to talk me out of this thing, Go ahead: Try.
Just looking at it, a thin line of drool forms on my chin.