Blame it on the weather.
40 degrees and rising.
It was around this time last year that I forgot to take my brain next door.
Thank God it was still on my bedside table when I came home.
It was also around this time in 2007 when I danced with a stranger in an 18th century costume.
I realized that the dentures were not really part of the whole ensemble.
Yuck.
It was also around this time in 2006 when I dreamed of taking a sip of that especially fermented drink. The thought of smelling vanilla in my drink hypnotized me.
But I snapped out of it. I always did.
But before I did, I had to endure looking at badly decorated walls, tasting cheap wine, and smelling sweaty armpits.
So this year it's different story.
It gets interesting. Not.
Really. It doesn't.